You never know the thoughts that may be going on in a four year-old's mind. We were driving back from the pediatritian and Afton said, "Cool."
"What's cool?" I said.
"We never have to die when we are "ress-rected"", Afton said.
"Yeah. That's true." I said.
Then she said, "How do you get to heaven? Do you ride up on a bed or does Heavenly Father come down and pick you up?"
I had a good laugh trying to imagine some cloud covered taxi or bed knobs and broom sticks scenario. She's such a cute little thing.