Conversation as I'm loading the Bean into her carseat on Sunday and leaving our mouse-infested, plumbing-free, mildew-ridden upstate fixer-upper.
Bean: Mama, can we go to the cabin?
Me: In a couple of months....I hope Poppop can hear you saying that.
Bean: Where's Poppop?
Me: He's in heaven with God.
Bean: Who's God?
Me: God is...God.
Bean: Where's my friend God?
Me: He's in heaven with Poppop.
Bean: Where is heaven?
Me: Up in the sky.
Bean:...in the sky...
Poppop died a little over a year ago. Hewould be so happy to know how excited the Bean is about going to the cabin. I hope he can hear her. Yet another reason we can't sell the cabin.