Here's a sweet conversation that I shared with Zach tonight (verbatim):
Zach: Can I see your cracks?
(Note: Unfortunately, my heels are really cracked, and the boys have taken a strong interest in them.)
After seeing my heels:
Zach: Oh, Mom! (Said with so much compassion and emotion)
Me: It's okay, Zach. They don't hurt.
Zach: **Touching the cracks with one of his little fingers**: I want new skin to grow there right now.
Zach: It's because you're old?
Me: Yes, hun. And I have dry skin.
Zach: Are you going to go to heaven?
Me: Not for a very long time.
Zach: Am I going to go to heaven?
Me: Not for a very, very, very long time.
Zach: I don't want to go to heaven. (Said with a very pained expression)
Me: It won't happen for a very long time, love. You don't need to worry about it now.
Zach: How do we get to heaven?
Me: I'm not sure, love.
Zach: Do we fly there?
Me: I'm not sure.
Zach: I want to see heaven.
Me: Me, too hun.
Whoa. I did not see our conversation taking that turn when Zach first asked to see the cracks in my heels.
