We had a family home evening lesson about the resurrection right around Easter. Kapria was fascinated, and ever since then we've had a lot of conversations about Jesus and dying and "coming alive again."
One nigh last week, after she snuggled into bed and I sang her two nightly songs, she started talking about the subject again. As we sat in the dark talking, she held my hand.
"The lion died, Mom," she said.
"Yes, the lion died," I said. "It's spirit went to Heaven, and it's body stayed on earth."
"The lion died," she repeated. "Can we go visit it at the booseum?"
"Sure, we can visit it. How 'bout we go on Saturday?"
"Okay," she said.
Then we gave goodnight kisses, and she fell asleep.
But when Saturday came, I completely forgot about our plans until we were driving to a friend's house.
"Are we going to the booseum?" Kapria asked.
"Aaah! I totally forgot!" I said. "We can't go now, but we'll go Monday. For Family Home Evening. Is that okay?"
"Sure," she said.
Monday came, and Kapria wanted to see the lion who died. She reminded me, and even though we had a late dinner and the girls were tired and the time was late enough for them to go to bed at that moment, we went.
Kapria seemed to forget about the lion, though, and wanted to see the hippo and the alligator and the elephant instead. She remembered exactly where they were from her last visit.
We also growled at some leapards and hooted at some owls and roared at some bears. All in all, a great night at the booseum.