Heaven

Some friends of ours have a son that started high school this fall.  As part of the effort to drag him into this phase of his life, his mother "helped" him clean out his room.   I am still unclear about how much kicking, screaming and gnashing of teeth went into this process but the result was an enormous box filled with toys and trading cards deemed too young for the new Freshman.  When we visited over the Labor Day weekend, the box was graciously donated to my, slightly younger, sons.

Arriving home late in the evening all contents of the van were forgotten in lieu of warm showers and soft beds.  The next morning Justin and I went out to unpack the car.  Justin was not aware of the contents of the box and, as I began to dig it out, I explained.  His eyes widened with anticipation.  Finally I reached the box and flipped open the lid.

"Heaven threw up," he said, starring into it's depths.

Um, is that a good thing?

"Little boy heaven threw up in this box."

Ah, yes - a good thing.  After that, I never saw the box again. 

- 3 September 2012