Owen and I were chatting about heaven.
"After supper, can we go to heaven?"
"No buddy, we don't know when we are going."
"Can we fly to heaven?"
"We can't fly there."
"Can we drive to heaven?"
"We can't drive there either. Hey, you know what? Heaven's going to be awesome! It is beautiful there. And no one will be naughty, and there won't be any time-outs or spankings!"
"Can we go potty in heaven?"
"I don't know."
"Because it's a dirty bathroom?"
Leave it to my son to be so obsessed over public restrooms and their lack of cleanliness, he's already thinking of heaven's options.