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Now why didn't I think of that?

E. came into my room this morning...

"Mommy, I feel funny..."

He'd gone to bed with a fever the night before, so I reached up to feel his forehead. He was burning up.

Asia got out of bed to go get some ibuprofin, while I took of his jammie shirt and laid him down in my bed. I got a cool washcloth for his forehead and laid down beside him.

We took his temp - it was 103... enough to scare me a bit, only because as a baby, he had numerous febrile seizures.

I snuggled up next to him and we talked. He was sad to not be going to school.

Then, out of the blue he said "What if I get so sick that I die?"

I reassured him that I didn't think he would get that sick - that he just has a bad cold.

"But if I did die, I would get to go to heaven to be with Jeus."

"Yes, you would."

"But what about all the kids who don't know about Jesus and they die? Then they have to go to hell and go into the lake of fire."

"Let's not worry about that right now, honey."

He was quiet for a minute.

Then he said, "If I was in hell, I just wouldn't get into that line."

*****
It's unbelievable how hard this kid makes me laugh.

*****

Comments

  1. Anonymous11:19 PM

    Hey Cathy....
    Isn't this the same kid you were having some issues with in the previous blog? :) See...God has a sense of humor! (He probably has a good time laughing at us adults too!) You're a great Mom and I love your quirky sense of humor too....after all, where did K get it in the first place?!

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