Death

Out of the blue, while I was tucking the kids to bed, we had this conversation.

Lucas: Mom, when you are dead, do you want to wrap in cloth or you want to go to heaven?
Me: I want to go to heaven. I heard it is a very nice place.
Lucas: But heaven is far far away. I wrap you in cloth like mummy. Then you can still stay in this house with me.
Me: But I will smell. (not in a mood to explain the decompose part).
Lucas: But I will miss you if you go to heaven. (started to sob softly) Do you have to call the heaven to come and get you?
Me: I think the angel will know to come and get me.
Lucas: Do you have the number to call the angel?
Me: No. I don't.
Lucas: Good, then you cannot call the angel. I will wrap you in white cloth all over you except your eyes. Or else you can only see dark or white.
Me: OK.

It sure feels good to hear him say he will miss me when I died!