Tough Conversations

While snuggling on the couch--

Anna: Are we going to get another baby? 
Me: I hope so.
Anna:  I hope the nother baby doesn't hurt you.  I hope the nother baby doesn't go to heaven. 
Me: Me too, sweetheart.  Me too.

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While playing Lego's on the bedroom floor--

Kellen: How much longer are you going to be sad, Mom?

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While putting a puzzle together--

Anna: When are we going to get another baby?
Me: Probably not for a long time, but every time we think about it let's ask Jesus to give us another baby.  Okay? 
Anna: But Jesus took our baby to Heaven. 
Me: Yes, He did.
Anna: That was mean.  He is not nice.
How does one even begin to respond to that??  I tried.

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While getting ready for bed--

Anna: Where is our baby?
Me: In Heaven with Jesus.
Anna: Not in your tummy any more.
Me: No.
Anna: Is our baby crying?  (She has asked this numerous times.)
Me: No, there is no crying in heaven.  Our baby NEVER had to cry and NEVER will cry. 

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Every phrase of Anna's prayers begin with, 'thanks for...'

Anna's prayer before bed--

"Thanks for Grandma coming to our house.  Thanks for Grandpa coming to our house. And thanks for our nother baby not to go to heaven. Amen."