The boys have a little framed picture of me and their dad on their dresser. C brings it in to me today.
"Mommy...I'm so glad to have this picture of you and Daddy."
I'm thinking, "how sweet."
He continues, "When I have babies you will be really old, (pause) and you will probably die (pause) before they are kids, you know (pause) and then I can show them this picture and say, this is a picture of your Nana, she lives in Heaven because she died."
I'm thinking, "!!!"
I say, "Do you think so? I guess we'll see. " and he trots off so happy with himself and his little plan and I'm left in the middle of a mid-life crisis, slapped in the face with my mortality and the possibility of not meeting my grandchildren. At least he says I'll be in Heaven...