Sunday, December 30, 2007
Yesterday while eating breakfast we had the following conversation:
Noah (completely insulted) said, "Some people called me a diaper baby at the beach when I was two!"
To which I responded by saying, "Yeah but that was a long time ago. You should forget about it."
Hunter was snickering and giggling off to the side, spooning cereal into his mouth. And to him I said, "Oh yeah, Hunter. Think it's funny? Cause you've been a diaper baby at the beach before. I have pictures!"
Denver chimed in at this point, "I remember. . . from heaven or from Mommy's tummy. Whichever one."
"You can't remember heaven, Denver!" Was Hunter's comeback. "You've been vealed."
"It's not vealed, it's veiled." I shot back, giggling myself. "And some people think babies can remember what Heaven was like."
"I can remember too." Denver said. "It was white!"
Everyone was sort of giggling and snickering at that point and we debated for awhile when a person could no longer remember heaven and what we thought heaven might look like. Were we veiled when we were born? Or was it when we started talking? Or maybe it was when we could start remembering and retaining things? Then I suggested we ask Caleb, that maybe he could still remember cause he was just two. So we did.
"Caleb, do you remember heaven?"
An enthusiastic "Yes" was his reply.
What does heaven look like, was our next question to which he replied, "A garbage truck!"
After we composed ourselves, I asked, "Is it a white garbage truck, Caleb?"
To which he replied, "NO! It's a red garbage truck."
And now while Caleb probably can't wait to get there, I'm sort of wondering if Heaven's not a little overrated. I was hoping for a little more than a glorified garbage truck to live in after I die. How about you?
posted by Shana # 2:18 PM 
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