A little afternoon eschatology from the four-year-old
“Mommy, do you know Molly has a new, big, three-hole puncher?”
“Yes, Aaron, I saw that.”
“Mommy, when I become a baby again and get bigger and have to learn how to poop in the potty again, will you buy me a three-hole punch like Molly’s as a prize?”
“Sure, Aaron, I’ll do that. But I don’t think you can become a baby again!”
“Mommy, of course I can. When the new earth comes and I am born again.”