DAD, ONE DAY I WILL WALK ON THE CLOUDS

“Dad, one day I’ll be able to walk on the clouds.” Conor said matter-of-factly as we drove home from school today. Oh boy, another talk about death. I guess I’d better just take the bait and see where the conversation goes. “Conor, when will you be able to walk on the clouds?” “A long, long, long, long, looonnng time from now….when I’m a grown up,” he said. “A grown-up?” I said surprised. “Yeah, when I get older I’m going to have a jetpack and I can fly up to the clouds and I’m going to walk on them.” “Can I come, too?” I asked. “Sure, if you’re still alive.”
I turned up the radio. Not sure I wanted to hear any more of the little rat’s stories on the drive home.

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