Thursday, April 3, 2008

Double meanings

Last Saturday (the 29th) we went to the mall. For whatever reason, when we arrived and parked and just after Andrew had taken off his seat belt and leaned forward between the front seats he said to me:

"Mumma, I don't want you to go to heaven."

Just out of nowhere he said it. My brain processed it immediately as meaning something like "go to hell" but what he really meant was that he didn't want me to die.

Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm not sick or anything.

I don't know why he was thinking of that but it was kinda funny that he said it, after the original shock of how my brain processed it wore off.
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