Rohan is playing Legos. I'm trying to fix my blasted printer that suddenly decides it's not going to "communicate" with my computer. (Yessss, I love technology. But not as much as you, you see. But sssstill I love technology. Alwaysss and forever. Alwaysss and forever.)
Anyway, Rohan is quietly playing with our cubic yard of Legos and he says to me, "Mom? Does Jesus live on a dead planet?"
I'm thinkin' to myself, 'What the...???'
I reply, "Ummm, no?"
Rohan says, "Well all the people that live there are dead."
"Ohhhh..." I say. I'm sorta following his train of thought now.
Rohan... "Does it take a long time to float up there? To Jesus? When you're a ghost?"
Fortunately for me, he's not looking at my face at this point because how can you not smile when you're having a conversation like this?
My reply: "I don't know, honey. I've never died."
His mind chews on that for a minute. "But when you die, Mom, maybe you'll tell me?"
I love that child. So much.