First I need to explain that in March, when Peyton turned 3, the Soosie (better known as a soother) FAIRY visited Peyton and flew his soother all the way to SOOSIE HEAVEN. It was magical.
Now on with my point. After church today Cory and I got on the topic of dying. (His grandfather isn't doing well) and I casually picked out a few ladies Cory could marry if I passed away. Anyway, I guess Peyton was listening because he got really concerned.
Peyton: don't die mommy, don't die
Cory: technically we are all dying (thanks dad)
Me: it's ok Peyton we go to heaven when we die
Peyton: you go get my soosie mom?
Glad to know my son is more concerned about his soother than me...lol. Or maybe he just thought that I could get it for him since I am going there anyway.
Me: I promise when I get there, I will save your soother for you.
Do you think he'll hold me to it?
4 months ago