How Do You Get to Heaven?

The following conversation took place at my house this morning while we were getting ready for school:
Prince: Mom, how do you get to heaven? Do you fly? Do you ride a rocket?
(Let me interject that I think this would be great material for a children's book)
Before I could answer, Princess interjects: No, you float. The angels come and get you and take you there. First you go to the funeral home and they have a funeral, then the angels come and take you to heaven and you see Jesus and the beautiful place he made for you. Jesus will shine his light on you. (By the way, her sentences are really that long and she doesn't breathe when she talks)

Prince: How does he do that? with his flashlight?

Princess: No, he smiles at you and his love shines on you. That's because he loves you so much he died on the cross for you.

Prince: I know he did. He died so we can be free.

Princess: Oh, we need to pray, remember? We need to pray for a good day at school.

So both the princess and the prince fold their hands and begin to take turns praying aloud in front of the kitchen sink. I was standing there writing down everything they said so I wouldn't forget, once I realized where the conversation was going. I couldn't write fast enough. So many things I love about this morning! First, this conversation began with the prince asking me a question, but then the two of them ended up talking this out amongst themselves. Their reasoning is precious! I love to hear this little chatter. I also love that they recognize that they can pray anywhere. They just stood at the kitchen sink and prayed aloud, each one interjecting whatever they wanted. Wherever two or three are gathered in my name, there am I in their midst. I wish I had a video camera to record this morning so I could play it again and again.