One day last week, Jonah asked me how he could go to heaven one day. So, in very simple terms, I explained to him about the process and let him ask questions. For over two years now, he could tell you that Jesus died on the cross for our sin and that Jesus went from the cross to Heaven. Then he tells you that "Heaven is also Zion" and bursts into "We're Marching to Zion." While he understands a lot, he doesn't have much grasp on what sin is. We keep answering his questions and talk very openly with him about all of it.
He has never really equated Heaven with anything other than God and Jesus living there. Well, this morning, he walked into the living room and said "Mommy, is MiMi still your mommy?" I said "Yes?" He said "Is Gigi still Daddy's mommy?" Once again, I told him yes but he could tell I was wondering why he asked that. He stood there for a few seconds then said "Well, who is your daddy?" I told him that my daddy was very sick and went to Heaven to live with God. His eyes got really big and he said "Your daddy knows God...AND JESUS?" I explained that my daddy was his grandfather and that if he were still alive, Jonah would know him as POP. We talked about how sick he was and that he wasn't getting any better so Jesus took him to Heaven to live there forever.
He continued to ask questions and could not understand why my dad was so sick. He wanted to know if we ever took him to the doctor and why he didn't take his medicine so he would get better. After a good 30 minutes or so, he seemed content with all the answers and moved on to something else.
A couple of hours passed and he came running into the living room and crawled in my lap with HUGE tears in his eyes. I said "What's wrong sweet boy?" He said "Oh Mommy, I just don't want you to die. You've been sick for so long and throw up too much. Don't let Jesus come get you! I want you to live with me and Daddy!"