Last night the kids were in their room in bed and Jake and I overheard them talking:

Kaydence: Kylie, when will we die?

Kylie: When Jesus says.

Kaydence: I'm too little to die. Can I bring my blankie?

Kylie: Yep.

Kaydence: How will we get to Heaven?

Kylie: Jesus will come and get us and we'll go up in the sky.

Kaydence: Does he have wings?

Kylie: No.

This went on and on for about 5 minutes and then Kaydence started randomly singing. Jake and I were laughing our butts off. They talk about death too much. It's sort of creepy.