I'm still here.

Some of you might have heard this story before, so forgive me.

Aiden, a.k.a. Nostrildamus, asked us on Saturday "when Daddy goes to heaven, will Mommy marry a new Daddy?". My response was a nice diplomatic, "if she wants too. I want her to be happy."

AB stewed on that for a day, and then on Sunday told us, "when Daddy goes to heaven, there won't be anymore Daddies for Mommy to marry."

I then replied, "you seem quite preoccupied with my demise. Am I going to die soon?".

"Yes."

"Oh. When?"

"In three days."

Thankfully, his predictive powers aren't much stronger than his bladder, and I'm still here.