Resurrection Ruffles

This morning at breakfast Ellen asked me how old we'll be when we're resurrected. "Will we be babies?"


I told her I didn't know, but that we'd probably be at our perfect age.

Jack said, "Like five?"
Mom: "You think five is your perfect age?"
Jack: "Yes, because you don't have any ruffles."
Mom: "What are ruffles?"
Jack: "You know, you get ruffles on your face when you're old. Look at my face. I don't have any."

Mom: "You mean wrinkles?"
Jack: "Oh yeah. Wrinkles."

It's true. No wrinkles or ruffles on these cute little faces.