...until I got pulled into family tree/heaven/nature of angel's traffic jam on the drive home.
Emily: I am making cards. I am going to make cards for Great- Granny for Valentine's Day.
The voice in my head: Oh, how sweet. She's thinking about Great- Granny. Ah, shoot. I haven't called Grandma back yet. Valentine's Day? I can't even start thinking about Christmas yet.
The voice that speaks out loud: That's sweet. Great- Granny will love it.
Andrew: Is Great- Granny in heaven with Jesus?
Me: Well, baby. One of your great- grannies is in heaven but not that Great- Granny.
Andrew: Which one is in heaven with Jesus?
Me: Papa's mama.
Andrew: Papa's mama?
Me: Yes. Remember, we all have mamas. I am your mama. Great- Granny Nettie is Granny's mama. But Papa's mama, Great- Granny Retha, she's in heaven.
Voice in my head: That's a lot of mamas for a four year old.
Andrew: Papa's mama is in heaven.
Sad Me: Yes, baby. She's in heaven.
Andrew: How did she get there?
Me, idling: She went to be with Jesus.
Andrew: I know. But how did she get there?
Me, still cruising with the easy explanations: She just went there.
Me, pushing the gas a little: The angels showed her how to get there.
Andrew, revving the motor: How?
Me, running out of theological gas: I don't know exactly.
Andrew, undeterred: Did she ride on the angel's back?
Picture in my mind: Grandma smiling, riding on an angel's back...
Voice in my head: Have they covered this in Sunday school yet? Maybe we shouldn't have skipped church yesterday (and last week).
(Minutes pass and we drive-- in silence).
Finally, voice coming out of my mouth: Andrew, what are you thinking about?
Andrew: Christmas lights.
Got to love the speed at which the mind of a four- year old changes gears.