The Belle of the Ball

My daughter's grandfather-in-law passed away the day after Christmas. When I went to the funeral home to pay my respects, my three-year old granddaughter, Mina, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the coffin.

"He died," she said, then pointed to a cross in her great-grandfather's hands, "That means he's in heaven."
"That's a good place to be," I said.
"Why is he wearing glasses?" Mina asked.
"Because people are used to seeing him that way."
"How does he go potty?"
"He doesn't have to any more."
"What's that?" she asked pointing to the coffin.
"A coffin."
"Oh. Watch this." Mina demonstrated her ability to stand on one leg. After that she led me to couch to sit with her.

"Tell me a story," I said.
She sat up straight and said in a solemn voice, "He got very, very sick and then he died and they put him in a coffee pot."

Then she jumped off the couch and hustled over to shake hands with some new arrivals and introduce herself. She totally cracks me up!