As I sit in the living room, relaxing and indulging in some horrible reality television program, I hear someone shouting, “Mom, do people poop in heaven?” Of course, I start laughing. Out of any question, any thought, any inquiry my six-year-old child may have about heaven or the afterlife, he wants to know about poop!
I slowly make my way to the bathroom, and I arrive to see T chuckling to himself as he sits on the throne! Our conversation continued like this:
“What did you ask?”
“If people poop in heaven. Like if B has to poop, does he poop in heaven? And where does the poop go?”
“Well, I am not quite sure.”
“What do you think, Mom? I mean where would the poop go? Like it doesn’t fall out of the sky.”
“Ummm…I guess it’s like a poof of air? It disappears? I don’t really know, but remember, we said that B is at the cemetery and his spirit is in heaven. Right?”
“I know that, Mom, but he is an angel and angels poop! They fly around and send us things and give us luck. Then, they poop!”
“T, are you finished on the throne?”
“Well I guess Mom’s don’t know everything, huh?!”
“Yep. I guess not!”
“Yep. But, hey Mom, can I ask just one more question?”
“What is your question now, T?”
“What if B has to pee?”
At that point, T ran out of the bathroom naked, laughing hysterically. I stood in awe, just shaking my head. Our usual household saying came to mind, “Good times, Good times.” I could just eat that boy up!