One of my personal favorites took place in my very own bedroom about three or four years ago. Addie and I were snuggled under the covers watching the 10 o'clock news. It probably wasn't a school night. OK, so maybe it was. Don't judge. Anyway, Rob McCartney was reporting on the latest in a series of robberies. He referred to the suspect as a "serial robber" to which 7-year-old Addie looked at me puzzled and said, "Who'd want to steal cereal?"
It's not as if my steady stream of facebook fodder ended with Addie's death.
If you've had the pleasure of experiencing the dynamic duo that is Isaac and Tripp, then you know they keep life, umm, entertaining.
Well, they keep it interesting anyway.
The topic of death is a frequent guest at our dinner table. So is God. And Heaven.
You might think that's pretty heavy table talk and I'm sure it raises more than a few eyebrows when these things come up when we're out and about, but really it's not - especially when you have a 3 year and 5 year old involved. It's just...
Normal, I guess. Well, normal for us.
There are those that make me laugh:
"Mom, are there TVs in Heaven?"
"Mom, does Addie have an iPad?"
To which I answer, yes.
Yeah, I know, I'm probably going to get in trouble for that, but it's not like I was given a guide book for this.
"How did Addie get up into the clouds?"
You've got to believe me when I tell you I actually explained this one in a way that would make my Sunday School teachers proud, but I'm not sure Isaac and Tripp are buying it just yet.
"I think she probably used a rope or something," Isaac said.
There are those that make me cry.
Like this one I overheard the other day as the boys paused in a fight over who got to spit toothpaste in the sink first:
"Isaac, when is Addie coming back?" Tripp asked.
"She's not," Isaac answered matter-of-factly.
"But when is she coming back?" Tripp pushed.
"She's not coming back because she died!"
That's when I decided to step around the corner and into the bathroom.
And that's when Isaac, not wanting to believe what he had just told his little brother, asked me, "How many minutes until Addie comes back?"
And then there are those that, well, I don't know what they make me do:
"Mom, I wish we could all go to Heaven so we can be a family again."
What do you say to that?
Someday, buddy. Someday.