The father of a coworker of mine recently had to put his dog down. It was a pretty old lab that had bad hips as a result of being hit by a car when it was younger. As I was telling Mike the story, Audrey was listening with much concern. This morning Audrey asked what the dog’s name was so I told her it was “Dallas.” Then she asked when it got hit by the car. I told her it was a long time ago but that he was still afraid of cars when he saw them. Her response to that is what prompted me to write this post: “It’s a good thing there are no cars in heaven.” Oh, if I could get inside the mind of a 6 year-old. Then she asked if there was food to eat in heaven and I assured her there was more than enough for everyone.