Little Middle: Mommy, soon you will go up to heaven and I will grow up and be the master of the house.
Me: Are you going to get married and live in your own house with your wife?
Little Middle: No, I will just live at your house with my gerbil.
Me: Will you miss me when I go up to heaven?
Little Middle: Yes. But I will call you on your cell phone, or you can write me a note to tell me what it looks like.