Till Death Do Us Part?!

Today, while riding in the car on the way to the dollar store, my son asked me a question. And me, being the oh-so-good-listening-Mom that I am, just answer, "Yah, sure Bubba," without much of a thought. He was in one of those talking moods that he gets in where the verbage flowing out of his mouth just doesn't seem to end. So I will admit, I went on auto pilot while my mind went elsewhere and my ears listened to the sound of a question. Not until Kristin gave me a funny eyebrow-raised look that I snapped out of my reverie and asked, "What?"

"Do you have any idea what your son just asked you?", she said.

"Sure, what was it?", I asked.

"He just said, 'Mom, when you die can I bury you in my back yard?' and you just said, "Yah, sure Bubba!'"!

I guess I had better make a plan for when I die (I know it's called something, I just can't remember what right now) so I don't end up si*x feet un*der - next to the dog house!