on our way to church, where one of our friends brings lots of yummy food...
"i can't wait to eat the snacks! will they have my favorite STONES?"
(i think he meant "scones".)
"when rosie (our dog) goes to heaven, can we get a really really big dog?"
pause.
"when will rosie go to heaven?"
he's been asking all kinds of metaphysical questions recently. they kind of freak me out. for instance:
"what is heaven like?"
"well," i told him, "it's wonderful. like a big party with all of your friends. and God will be with you all the time. it's better than christmas."
"no, mama. i like christmas more."
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