Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Lately my son, Eli, has been rather consumed with the thought of his mommy and daddy dying.  I think he must have seen something in a movie at some point that got the ball rolling in his head.  Each night when we put him to bed, we always lie around and talk a little bit before I leave the room.  About a month ago, out of no where, he asked me if I was going to die.  I paused a moment and said, yes, eventually I will.  He asked me what would happen to me after I die.  I told him I would be going to heaven.  He thought some more and then asked me if daddy was going to die.  I gave him the same answer that yes, eventually he, too, would die and go to heaven.  Then my poor boy's eyes got big and his voice shook while he told me that if I die and Daddy dies, then he will be all alone.  I told him that was not true, he would still have the cats...

This conversation, with a few variances has taken place a number of times since then.

Tonight, while I was out having a chat-fest with some good friends, I got a message on my cell phone from Mark.  He wanted to relate to me the details of his night-time conversation with Eli.  It went something like this:

Eli:  Daddy, when Mommy dies, will you stay with me?
Mark:  Yes.
Eli:  Where will she go?
Mark:  Heaven.
Eli:  Where will you and I go when we die?
Mark:  We will go to heaven too.
Eli:  Will we see Mommy there?
Mark:  Yes.
Pause.
Eli:  Do we go to the bathroom in heaven?
Mark:  Hmm... I don't know.  Maybe there is a special place to go.  (Eli asked me this same question last night and I told him no, we won't go to the bathroom there)
Eli:  I don't think we do go to the bathroom in heaven.  I think our wieners roll up.

He then goes on to demonstrate with a hand motion how the roll up would take place.  

Sometimes I wonder how my child turned out to be a bit odd, but then I realize that with parents like his, he had a 50/50 chance to turn out normal (I'm not saying which parent is projecting normal and which is crazy) and it looks like he rolled the snake eyes.

So watch out for the ole' wiener roll-up!  You better hope there is no need to go to the bathroom in heaven, or there might be a terrible mess.