This morning, Sister decided to go sit on the potty chair. Not a big deal as she's been doing this for the past year. We're planning to get a bit more aggressive with her potty training in the days to come but for right now, it's still just a random thing for her. Anyway...Mister and I were in the bathroom with her when he said to her very sweetly, "You know, soon you're going to have to learn to go potty on the big toilet. And then you're going to have to learn to go potty standing up and just point your v_g_n_ at the toilet."
As we were getting ready to leave for church, I told the kids to get busy picking up the mess of toys downstairs. Mister called upstairs to report to me that Sister (as usual) was refusing to help. I told them BOTH to help again and this repeated a few times. Finally, I heard Mister say, "SIster, I'm trying to save your life here. Help me pick up the toys or you're going to get in trouble!"
Driving home from church, Mister asked me how old I would be when he is my age. "85", I answered. "How old will you be when I'm Grandma's age", he asked. "110", I replied, "but I'll probably be dead by then." I knew what was coming next as lately, he's been fascinated with the concept of death and heaven. "Awwww...I don't want you to get dead", he said. "Yes, I know but remember that as long as we both have Jesus in our hearts our whole lives, we'll see each other in heaven." After thinking for a minute, he said, "But how will I find you up there?"
I love this kid's curious mind. He's forever asking how things work and what would happen if and how do you know types of questions. He's so smart and quite often I'm stumped and can't give him an intelligent answer. Many times, I end up referring him to Dad or a teacher or other "experts". That last one, though, got me too choked up to even respond. I just looked at him in the rearview mirror and as our eyes met, he winked.