Every night we say prayers before we put the boys to bed. RJ was a little resistant this evening. I corrected him by stating that I do not think that Jesus would be pleased with his rendition of his evening prayers and perhaps he should give it another try. The second time was much more sincere.
After prayers, RJ asked where Jesus lived. I said, “Jesus lives in Heaven and in our hearts.”
“Because that is where his Daddy lives.” I said.
RJ responded, “I want to die and go to Heaven.”
“Not just yet, Buddy. Your Mom and I would miss you too much.”
“But I would come back.”
“It does not work that way, RJ.”
“I wouldn’t talk if I were dead, Daddy.”
“That’s true, Bud.”
“But I would walk around and look at people.”
“And how many dead people have you seen not talking and walking around looking at people?”
“And where do you see all the people?”
“At the mall.”
Am I the only one that sees a little social commentary is this conversation?