Conversation in the car last night on the way home from Grandma and Papa's:
Anthony: "Mommy, how do people get dead."
Without giving me a chance to answer [which I admit, was just fine with me],
Lucas: "They just get old. Really, really old, and then they just die."
Ava: "Sometimes they have heart attacks too."
Anthony: "Can peoples stay alive all the way to 100?"
Lucas: "Ummm, no."
Ava: "Yes, they can. But only sometimes."
And then there was a lull in the conversation, which I knew meant the wheels were spinning in their little heads.
Lucas: "Hey Mom, if you were out in the middle of nowhere and a bear killed you, would you go up to heaven?"
Me: "What honey?" My stall tactic in order to come up with a suitable answer.
Lucas: "Would you go to heaven if a bear killed you and you were dead in the forest all alone, and no one found you?"
Seriously?
Me: "Yes, you would."
Thankfully, that was the end of this line of questioning for the night.
Good Lord, where do they come up with these things?
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