My husband's work always has a group of stray cats milling about the building. One day as the kids and I were driving away after visiting the cats, Rubin James said, "I wish we could have a kitty."
"I do too," I said, "but Daddy's allergic so having one in the house would make him sick."
"So we can never have a cat?!"
"Nope. I'm sorry honey."
He thought for a minute then said in a quiet voice, "If Daddy died we could have a kitty."
"Um, I guess that's true," I said warily. "But we would be so sad to not have Daddy that we probably wouldn't even want a cat."
"Well we know Daddy would be happy in heaven. Hey! I know, we could name the kitty Daddy!" he said triumphantly.
Maybe I should cool it a little on the heaven-is-the-best-place-ever lessons. Luckily, my husband is a good sport who just laughed when I told him about this little conversation!
And Daddy the kitty would be so much more cute and loveable. Poor real daddy...he doesn't stand a chance! :-(
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