Yesterday Henry finally realized his lifelong buddy Rocco was no longer in his pen.
He simply asked “where’s Rocco” to which I replied “he was old and he died.”
I’ll spare you the “how did he die” and the “where is his body” part of the conversation but after a very thoughtful moment Henry asked “so Rocco is in heaven?” and I answered “yes” because I like to think that my favorite pets will be there waiting for me and because the discussion of whether animals do go to heaven or not might be a little too deep for a five-year-old.
After my affirmation, Henry thought some more and then asked “what is Heavenly Father doing with him?”
I wasn’t sure what he meant so I asked him “what do you mean?” and Henry simply answered “do you think Heavenly Father is riding him?”
I love Henry. I love that he is a loving little boy. He has his less positive moments like every other child but I love to hear him call me and say that he needs love (his way of asking for a hug) and at the end of the day what he does best is love; He loves people, he loves animals and he loves things and places. And we love him!
Here is the story. About three weeks ago Olivia announced that one of her teeth was wiggly. She had already announced such a thing several times and I don’t check for wiggly teeth or look at them (if I can avoid it) when people wiggle them, it really grosses me out, so we waited for dad to come home and sure enough, her first baby tooth was almost ready to go. For the past three weeks, she has had several moods: the it-hurts-when-I-eat-I-want-it-out-now mood, the no-don’t-get-it-out-it’s-going-to-hurt-too-much mood, the alright-do-it-now-no-don’t (and burst into tears) mood. Well we didn’t have to yank it out after all. After bedtime prayer tonight, Olivia laid on her back on the carpet and for some reason Henry decided to sit on her face. It all went really fast, I’m not really sure what happened exactly. I told Henry to get off his sister’s face and when she sat up she was crying so I told Tyler that it was probably her wiggly tooth that got hurt and right when I said that she pulled the tooth out of her mouth. I thought I had a great first lost baby tooth story: I lost mine when I bit into a hard caramel (Carambar for you French ones), but her story is way better. “How did you lose your first baby tooth?”, “My brother sat on my face.” You can’t beat that!
