So one of my coworkers recently lost her husband. We went over last week to hand deliver our sympathy cards and offer a meal for this week. Elijah said to me last week:
"Mom--I know she is sad but I bet her husband is having a lot of fun in the clouds with Jesus."
So today I told him we were taking a meal to Karen and he said:
Elijah: "Oh-- can I hold the baby??" (can you tell we do a lot of meals for people who've just had babies??"
me: No baby--this is the family who lost their grampy. Remember he died?
Elijah: "Oh yeah . . . well I DON't want to hold the dead guy."