Conversation on the way home today while Samuel was looking at some toy catalog
"Mom, I really want this motorcycle. It's so cool!"
"It's $400.00. We don't have that much money."
"Well, I could sell something."
"How about Sophia? I really don't like her that much. She cries a lot and screams in the car."
"She is pretty loud. But don't you think you'd miss her?"
"I could take a picture of her and that way I wouldn't miss her that much."
"Who would we sell her to?"
"Well, I was thinking that we could take her to the place that people die."
"Yeah, and bury her and she would die and then she could be with God. That's a good place for her."
"We'd have to bury her alive?"
"She'd be ok, mom."
"You think that motorcycle is better than your sister?"
"I'd play with it all day and I wouldn't have to share it with her."
"I think I'd miss your sister."
About five minutes go by.
"Mom, maybe we should sell something else. I think I'd miss her too."
I'm glad he came to that decision on his own. I was beginning to worry.