Obsessed with Death and Dying

(Liberty and I after she did my hair in pink piggies...
She loves to do my hair and I love her fingers running through it.)

Maybe it's a four-year-old's train of thought, who knows.
All I know is that Lib talks about death and dying constantly.
It is quite creepy, endearing... and humorous!
Out of nowhere tonight as I tucked her in her blanket This is what she said:

"Daddy's going to Heaven soon".
"Not too soon I hope. I love daddy and I want him around for a long time", I respond.
He's gone tonight and her talking about this creeps me out and makes me wonder if she knows something I don't!
"When he gets old and dies... he told me that", she says.
Oh whew! I think. "Yes, when he gets old", I repeat.
"Mom, you will get old and die and then we will cook dinner all by ourselves".
"All by yourselves uh"? I'd have to see it too believe it! At least I know I'm good for something in her life! Dinner or not, I'll take it.