Conversation with Kenzie, part 2

(This is a mother's day picture, that has nothing to do with the following post, except I liked it, and I'm a mom, and in this post I talk to my daughter.)

Last night I was tucking Mckenzie into bed, and I said, "Kenz, you're a great little girl. Thanks for being part of our family."
She smiled sweetly, hugged me and said, "Okay mom. I won't die."
I was a little confused. I wasn't saying farewell to her. I swear I compliment her often.
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't want to die," said Kenzie. "Will I die mom?"
My gosh. She is three. She doesn't even watch TV. Just stupid Disney movies. Actually, I guess those have lots of violence and death, and even some swearing (Sleeping Beauty anyone?). So much for my protectiveness.
"Everyone dies sweetie, but you won't die for a long long long long long long long long long long time." (I added under my breath, "I pray.")
"I want to stay here forever. Why did President Hinckley die?"
"Well, Heavenly Father needed him in heaven, and he said, 'time to come home, Pres. Hinckley.'"
"I don't want to go to Heaven," said Kenzie, almost crying. "I want to stay here, so I can see you."
Ahhh. Can you hear the violins? My heartstrings are definitely pulled. I also reject the urge to be funny (to myself) and don't mention where we go if we don't go to heaven. We haven't explained the opposite of heaven yet.
"Okay. You don't have to for a long long long time."
Tender moment now ends when Kenzie rolls away and says matter-of-factly, as if I have taken up too much of her time,
"I want to go to sleep now, mom."

Oh yeah, the tank top issue? You will probably see Mckenzie wearing tank tops this summer. I am just going to let her wear the three we own. (I swear I bought them thinking they would look cute over a t-shirt. That's the grown-up style around here.) I will probably just not buy anymore. We will wean slowly.