Heaven

Some mornings Tate is extra emotional before he gets breakfast in his tummy, and once he's full he (usually) miraculously become his sweet self again.  This morning the conversation at breakfast somehow got around to visiting Nana's house and how Tate wanted to see Cheyenne.  Cheyenne is Nana's kitty and she passed away a couple of months ago so we again discussed how she got sick and now she's living with Heavenly Father.   He immediately started crying and said,

T: "No.  I don't want her to be with Heavenly Father!  Did they bury her in the back yard?"

Me: "Yes, sweetie, they did."

T: "No!  The dogs are going to die and go to Heaven too, aren't they mom?"

Me: "Not yet, honey.  But you know what, we get to see Cheyenne again when we go to Heaven."

T: "No!  I don't want to go to Heaven!  No, please!  I don't want to die!"

Me: "Oh, Tate.  We're not going to die for a very long time.  Don't worry.  I just didn't want you to be sad because you will get to see Cheyenne again someday when we get to go to Heaven together."

Tate continued to be hysterical about dying so I quickly changed the subject and we talked about our Disneyland trip while I fixed breakfast.  A few minutes later I gave him his vitamins.  A few weeks ago he asked why we eat vitamins and I told him they help us not get sick.  So when I handed him his vitamin c he said:

"So Mom, vitamin C will keep us from going to Heaven."

Well, I guess you could look at it that way.