More Jabinisms

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!