“But Mom! The thunder will come down, and then the smoke will come up. And you will be dead, yes, Jesus, you will be dead. And then? You THROW UP.”
Um, Tony? I don’t think ..
“It’s okay, Mom. It’s okay, because we will see each other again. In Heaven, I mean. But we’ll be only faces, no bodies.”
Okay, yes. We will. But, buddy ..
“And Friday will be there, right? He will give me lotsa head bonkins, oh, Jesus, yes! And Pippin will be there too! I bet Pippin and Friday are already friends up there, in Heaven.”
Buddy, we don’t say “jesus”.
“YES WE CAN BECAUSE HE’S FROM GOD, MOM.” Cue dramatic, four year old sigh, with an eye roll so loud I can hear it.