As the boys took turns hoping in and out of the shower Pearson asked me, as he dried off, to wrap the towel around his head the way I do when I step out. I tried and after a few failed attempts and his frustration growing he asked why it stays on my head that way and not on his. I tried to come up with the simplest explanation possible. I told him it was because I had so much more hair. This answer was not good enough. He asked, "Daddy doesn't have lots of hair, so why does it stay on his head?" My next best explanation was because Jeff and I were bigger and our heads were bigger. "So when I am bigger the towel will stay on my head?", he asked. "Yes." I replied, which seemed to finally be an adequate answer for him.
Jump ahead about 45 minutes. The boys are all lying in their beds and each are taking their turns for our bedtime prayers and saying what they are thankful to God for. "Thank you for laughs, God.", Peter prayed. Cyrus added his prayers of thanks for his new friend he made at the park today. Finally, Pearson chimed in.
"Mom, when we go see God I pray that he will let you ride in the back seat because your head is big. Goodnight.", and with that he rolled over to go to sleep.
I sat there for a couple minutes wondering about what he just said. Our family talks about Heaven quite a bit, especially since the passing of our dog, Patches at the end of last year. So I thought, does he think we take a car to heaven? And then of course, why does he think my head is so big it requires me to ride in the back of the car? I'm sure there is some simple explanation that he has. As for now, I will just have to focus on just how big my melon is and be thankful that I will at least be in the car that takes us to Heaven and not tied to the roof.