With the power to break your heart

It is difficult to explain dying and death and the concept of Heaven to a six year old. Yesterday William and I had very deep conversation. It came about because we were playing and joking around and I said to him 'you know, not everyone has a mother like me!'
He said 'does everyone have some kind of mommy?' and I said 'most people have mommies but I guess some do not'.
He said 'is that because they got sick and died?' Can't lie and pretend that doesn't happen so I said 'sometimes - not very often - but sometimes that is what happens, yes.'
He then said 'well, if you got sick and died I would totally kill myself'.
Horrified, I said 'I don't EVER want to hear you say that, that is a terrible thing to say or even think'.
He said 'no Mommy, I would have to do that so I could be with you in Heaven. I'm definitely not staying here by myself'.
I said 'well, in the unlikely event that that happened, Daddy would really need you here with him'.
William: 'Uh, helllloooo, Daddy would be coming right up to Heaven with us. And then, I would get a string and hang it down from Heaven and get Raffy (poodle from hell) too.'

Me: You would do that?
Him: Yes, definitely.
Me: OK then, sounds like a plan.





About half an hour passes and I'm busy making dinner. William comes out and says 'So, what do they have to eat up there anyway? I hope God has plenty of hotdogs and chocolate chip cookies.'

Just when I think I couldn't possibly love this child anymore than I already do, he goes and make me love him more.