Radcliffe is becoming increasingly alarmed by death, and all things related. I put him to bed, and this is the conversation that followed:
Radcliffe: ‘Mom, I don’t want to die. I don’t want you to die, either, at least until you are old and rusty.’
Me: ‘I don’t want you to die, either.’
Radcliffe: ‘Will I have to take a shower in heaven? Will God think I stink?’
Me: ‘Well, no one really has those answers yet.’
Radcliffe: ‘Hmmm. So, when I get married, is God going to take one of my ribs to make my wife?’
Me: ‘No, baby, that was just with Adam and Eve.’
Radcliffe: ‘I still don’t want you to die. But if you have to go, I guess you’ve lived a really full life.’
JESUS…. I know for a fact that I birthed him now! Sorry Audrey, Eric and I did have an affair. #REXmyBOY
Lawd have mercy! LoL