Planning our trip to Missouri for Spring Break, we found a root beer bottling company that has a restaurant. It looks very cool, and I told Reagan that Quinn, our root beer junkie, would be in Heaven.
Reagan: "I want to go to Heaven!"
Monica: "Good! I hope you DO go to Heaven!"
Reagan: "But not yet."
Monica: "Right, not yet."
Reagan: "Mom, maybe not. I don't want to go to Heaven. I want to be with YOU!"
Uhhhh.... thanks?? And where will I be????
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