The other day at breakfast, the five-year-old told me she worries that God is cold at night, because He obviously doesn't have a bed in heaven. He just stays awake all the time watching over everyone.
This prompted a conversation about God, my cat who recently went to live with Him in heaven, how heaven works, how cemetaries work (ew, gross was one observation), souls and spirits, and finally church.
At which point, her mom told me that in church that weekend, the five-year-old leaned over and told her older brother:
Be quiet! God is on the stage talking.She has it all figured out.