Jack: What’s that prayer again?
me: Now I lay me down to sleep…
Jack: Yeah that one, where our soul goes up to heaven. Is that because it’s nice up there?
Jack: What happens if your soul DOESN’T go up to heaven?
me: I think if you’re a really, really bad person, your soul goes somewhere else, to a place that’s not very nice.
Jack: You mean like Pittsburgh?
(I literally almost had an aneurysm from laughing so hard. And to the fine people of Pittsburgh, I mean no disrespect. It’s simply the first word that popped out of Jack’s mouth. And we both happen to love dippy eggs.)