As I was driving my 4 year old home from preschool, we saw a man on his rooftop, shoveling snow. (Well, she said she saw that, but since there’s not enough snow here to merit that, it’s basically impossible. So I just told her, “Wow, that’s neat, honey.” Ever just randomly said that to your kids? It’s like saying, “Yeah, uh-huh” on the phone when you’re not really listening.)

She said, “He could slip and fall and crack his head open.”

Which solicited another “Uh-huh. He sure could. He needs to be safe.”

Then the conversation got interesting.

“Mom, if you crack your head open, does the Holy Ghost slip out?”

“What?”

She repeats the question

“No, the Holy Ghost isn’t in you, it’s just with you.”

She ponders this.

“But what about bones?”

“What about bones? We bury the bones. Your spirit leaves your body and goes up to heaven, and we bury the bones.”

“So your spirit goes up to heaven, and the Holy Ghost comes with you? Does it hold your hand?”

“Yes.”

More pondering.

“Are there beds in heaven?”

“No. I don’t think so, because we won’t get tired.”

“But sometimes I get really really tired, and I need a cozy bed. There are no cozy beds in heaven?”

“Honey, if you want a cozy bed in heaven, you can have a cozy bed in heaven.” I know I will have a cozy bed in heaven. Cozy beds are my favorite.

Continues to ponder these things in her heart.

“Is Jesus allowed to stay up until midnight?”

Again,”What?”

“Can Jesus stay up ’til midnight?”

“Yes, honey, Jesus doesn’t go to sleep.”

“You mean he gets to stay up ALL NIGHT? Doesn’t he get tired?”

“No, he doesn’t.”

If I’m teaching false doctrine, I’m sure somebody from T&S will correct me. But I like the idea of the Holy Ghost holding my hand as I go up to heaven. The fact that He doesn’t have hands does not bother me in the least.

Clearly, however, she ponders other things besides the nature of the Godhead. Later that day, my sister called. My 4 year old answered the phone.

“Yeah, Mommy’s right here. Do you think our dog is fat?”