"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
The baby is laying on my bed with me. He had his first day of First Grade and he's emotionaly drained.
"When you're ninety will Grand-Pa be dead?"
"Yeah. Yeah, Probably"
"Oh..."
"And when you're nintey, I'll probably be dead too."
He rolls into me and pushes his face down into my belly.
"You dont like that do you.." I ask.
He keeps his face in my stomach as he shakes his head.
The baby lifts his face with a hopeful smile. "But we'll see each other in Heaven, right?"
"Sure..."
We high-five.
He's concerned again. "Dont walk around, I wont be able to find you"
"Dont worry boy, I'll wait for you...."
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