The Lord knows when I'm in need of a good, old-fashioned belly laugh. Gabe and I had a lighthearted conversation this morning that went something like this:

While picking him up I tell him, "I'm not going to be able to do this much longer."

He giggles, "Why not?"

"Because you're not going to be this size forever, you know."

"Yes I am."

"No, you're growing. Pretty soon you'll be too big for me to pick up. How big do you think you'll be when you're 20?"

"This big." (referring to the same size he is now)

"No, you'll grow. When you're 20, you'll be big."

"No, I'm staying 5 forever."

Laughing, "No, silly. Pretty soon, you'll be grown up and probably get married. And hey, guess what I will be if you and your wife have children?"

Expecting that he understood that would make me a grandma, I was shocked when he shouted out (with an ornery smile),

"Dead!"

I haven't laughed that hard in awhile.