When my step-son Wesley was just four years old, he asked his mother where people go when they die. She was brought up a Catholic and so easily replied that they go to heaven. A few weeks later, little Wesley was driving in the car with his mother along the Shawnigan Lake road. She was in no rush as her car slowly approached a deserted Catholic cemetary. Wesley had never seen a cemetary before....and so he asked his Mom from the back seat, "What is that place there Mom?" And his mother politely replied, "Oh, that is a cemetary, and that's where people go when they die." To which Wesley quickly shouted back, "Ya mean that's heaven!"
Now that response from the little guy was hilarious. Life with Wes was never dull.
Now that response from the little guy was hilarious. Life with Wes was never dull.