“Heaven’s a bad place.” So says Miss America as we cuddle on the sofa watching Shrek2.
“What?” I say, refraining from spouting my jaded philosophy on heaven with a four-year-old. I stick with the basics. “Heaven’s a good place.”
Miss America shakes her head and looks up at me with big brown eyes that reveal how much she’s learned of life and death in the recent months since my sister died. My sister Dee and Miss America were very close—an understatement if ever there was one.
“I don’t want to go to Heaven,” Miss America says firmly.
“Well, you don’t have to go there now,” I say.
“Only people gets dead there.”
I can’t argue this point.
“So I don’t want to go,” she continues. “Heaven’s a bad place.”
She reaches for her brightly colored spiral notebook, opens it in her lap, and informs me: “I’m going to write that down in my diarrea.”
Some days, that's the only viewpoint that feels right.
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This is a Fragrant Liar rerun from April '09. Thanks for indulging me while I devote time to writing deadlines that actually net me cash.
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28 comments:
If she's great with diarrhea then heaven will come as a disappointment.
So long as she isn't writing with her diarrhea.
When I start writing in my diarrea, I hope someone pulls the plug and sends me to heaven!
Right on!
Nice one, where was Cosby when you needed him. Kids say the......
Cheers, Sausage.
I loved it when I first read it and I love it still. Miss America is just gorgeous, but you alredy know that!
I couldn't sell Sierra on Heaven either. What kind of marketing genius am I? lol
Awwww. Miss America sounds sweet - you can tell she misses your sister...
So cute...I hope you save her diarrhea for her to read when she's grown up!
She's adorable although I hope she's not playing in the diarrhea. :-)
I hope she did write this down in her "diarrea" or at least someone has this written down for her read to her children some day. Awesome.
She is simply adorable. And I love her diarrea! I am very sorry about the loss of your sister.
What a sweet and thoughtful little girl. I'm glad that she said something to lighten the mood for you. I know it's very, very hard. Big hugs!
Well how great is it that I haven't been around in bloggyville for ....a million years and when I return you greet me with a Miss America story? Pretty darn great, I'd say.
I miss the wisdom of toddlers. Miss America is a girl who knows her mind.
Me? Surrounded with teenagers who think they know everything. But not nearly as cute or insightful as a four year old.
Could you get any cuter hen?
Diarrhea is an apt word for Diary if you think about it.
So cute.
So cute. I'm sure heaven won't be a bad place as she grows older!
Awww.. She's precious.
Miss America is darling and beautiful. What a sad lesson for a little girl to learn. You can tell she misses her sister. Big sigh.
Hope all's well with you. xo jj
Ah, that is so sweet. Makes my heart ache.
Casey
I hope she keeps it to re-read when she's grown.
Aw, kids say the dangdest things. It's a scary world out there, especially Heaven.
I think it may be time to get her a new journal. Although by now, I'm sure you have. ;)
Hope it's a long, long time before she arrives at the Pearly Gates!!!
My diarrhea is a blog....
Aww, so sad and cute at the same time.
Oh my! Childrens! That is too funny!
That's okay, my diary is full of shit too.
That's hilarious!
Hope all is well????
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