BJ likes to be sung to before bed. Usually a new "silly song" with or without tickles. I'm running out of songs- what is a girl to do? So one night, I sang- "When the saints" BJ always the observant one, wanted to know where they were marching in- I explained heaven to live with God. He asked when we would go to heaven to live with God. "When we die, sweetie, we get to live with God, isn't that cool?" A very concerned scared boy starts to tear up and shakes his head no. "I don't want to die" Then a slightly panicked Mommy starts back pedaling and calling for Daddy to help. "Oh sweetie, you aren't going to die until you are very old, older than Grandpa" (Sorry Grandpa, you are the oldest person he knows :)) "Well does God have toys?" Me (realizing he is calming down) "Absolutely buddy, lots of toys" BJ: "Does he have monster trucks?' "Yes" "That I can drive?" "Yes, BJ, that you can drive" "Inside or outside?" "Outside BJ, and Mommy and Daddy and everyone you love will be there" "Okay" The next morning, BJ bounds down the stairs to inform Angie "Guess what Angie, when I get older than Grandpa and die and go to heaven, God gots monster trucks that I get to drive" :)
BJ also was quite precocious and hysterical playing vet the other night. Clearly he's been listening to mommy on her on call phone calls.
"Dr. Workman, my horse is sick, can you help him" "Well what's wrong with him?" "His tummy hurts" BJ checks him over- heart, lungs, ears. "Mommy, you can't feed him so much, if he wants to eat, only three times, not four, and try some breast mik, if that doesn't help, bring him back on Tuesday."
"Dr. Workman, help my glow worm is coughing" "For how many days is he coughing?" "3" "Okay" (checks him over) "You need to clean out his ears"
"Dr. Workman, my elephant can't poop" (Thinking, and checking his computer) "Better try some prunes, and what milk is he drinking?"
"Dr. Workman, my Larry is sick, will you help him?" "Well is he an animal?" "He's a cucumber" "Mommy, I don't see veggies, try Dr. Seuss, I think he's here on Sunday"
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