Like Elijah

I was wandering through Wal-Mart, playing follow-the-leader with my wife as she tried to shop 'til I dropped, pushing a shopping cart along while Zack skated beside on his Heely's. And then he posed a Bible question.

"Dad, when will get to go to heaven?"

"Well, when we die," I said, looking around for my wife. She has quite a knack for losing herself in a store.

Zack looked up at me and said, "Well, what about if we go up like Elijah?"

I paused and looked at him. "You're right. You're so absolutely right. We'll go to heaven when we go up like Elijah."

He got his hair tussled for that one.