on our way home from our church meeting house after a very important baptism for a good friend's son--i was certain he didn't pay any attention, but coincidently (or not-so-much coincidently)--these deep thoughts were spurred.
thing 1: (exceedingly pensive) mom?
thing 1: do we have houses in heaven?
me: i guess so, we have to live somewhere (right?), but (in anticipation of another question) i don't know what they look like...
1: can we move in heaven?
me: (using my deductive reasoning skills) you mean like...move houses?
1: no. like move around. (i look in the rear-view mirror to see him wiggle in his car seat further specifying his point)
me: yeah, you can...
1: so, can alex move? uncle alex?