Yesterday, while we were waiting in the van, Jabin says to me, "Mom, why did you decide to go to the doctor and stop laying babies?"

After chuckling, then explaining that I could still have babies, but Daddy couldn't, I asked why he was wondering. It turns out that he still wants a sister.

"Where would she sleep?" I asked. "All the beds are full."

"She can sleep in the addition, by the paper recycling."

Wow. I bet she would be thrilled.

"I don't think that's going to work, bud," I said.
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As Jabin was making himself a little dessert after supper tonight, slathering butter and blueberry jam on his English muffin, he said, "Sometimes I wish that when I go to heaven, I could take some blueberry or strawberry jam or something special to give to God."

"That would be really nice," I chuckled. "I bet God appreciates that."

"Yeah, but I can't," he added.

"Yeah, 'cause you can't take anything with you," Noah interjected.

Wow. I don't know whether to be more thrilled that my kids get that "you can't take it with you" concept already, or that my seven-year-old wants to give God a present when he dies. :-)

Either way, I love it!