Tonight, during dinner, Hubby and the Fries were discussing heaven.
They were in the kitchen.
I'm in the den, desperately hoping that I can finish what work I need to do so I can take myself and my poor aching head off to bed.
He comes in and relates this story:
Large Fry: Daddy, do giants live up in the sky? In a castle? With a shiny duck?
Hubby [momentarily bewildered]: You mean the golden goose?
Large: Yeah!
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