Dade has such a funny sense of humor. He obviously gets this from me. Amirite?! haha
Last night Dade and I were sitting on his bed reading his scriptures, like we do every night, just him and I.
Once we were finished reading we (By "we" I mean ME!) said a prayer and I gave him his vitamin and got up to go turn on his creepy rainforest bird sound machine on. He turned to me and said
"Where is Heavenly Father?"
"He's in Heaven, Dade"
"When I get big I'm going to see him"
"Well yes, Dade. One day when we die, we will get to see him again" (I'd like to mention here that we don't sugarcoat things. We are honest in an age appropriate way. I see no value in telling my impressionable 4 year old that he's never going to die, or that I'm never going to die.)
"When I get big I'm going to turn into a spaceship and go see Heavenly Father..."
"And we'll have a quesadilla."
That, my friends, is what happens when a 4 1/2 year old is up at 6am, doesn't nap, and has a melatonin with dinner.