"I can't wait to go to heaven because Heidi Louise is there!" said little kid from the backseat. I don't even know if he was old enough to really remember our old dog (he was 2) but he frequently mentions how he cannot wait to see her again in heaven.
"Yep," I answered. I don't really love this line of conversation, although the sentiment is sweet. It makes me too sad.
"In heaven I knowed that they had a birfday party for Dr. Seuss. Because he died but it was his birfday and he's in heaven now! I knowed they have birfdays in heaven because it's such a nice, fun place."
"Yes, I'm sure he is celebrated even in heaven."
"So when I get to heaven will I meet Ben Franklin?" asked Big Kid, a big Ben Franklin fan.
"Yes, I imagine so."
"What about Theodore Roosevelt?" He knows that Teddy Roosevelt was a total bad ass, that boy listens to me.
"What about Adam and Eve?" little kid asked. "Will I meet them in heaven?"
"I don't know, mom. Would they go to heaven? They broke the rule and messed everything up for everyone else," Big Kid pointed out. I was thinking that this was an interesting philosophical question when he added, "They might be in Haiti."
"They's not in Haiti, brudder! They's in heaven!"
"Why would they be in Haiti, Big Kid?" I asked, wondering what Big Kid has heard about Haiti.
"I don't like using that other H-word and I thought Haiti was another word for it."
"Hades! You mean Hades from Greek mythology," I clarified, wondering how the hell he knew about Hades.
"Whew. I been feelin' really bad for people from Haiti. So, where are Adam and Eve?"
"They's in heaven, bro. God loves you even if you're bad," little kid answered.
I'm glad we cleared all of that up.