Seriously, he's killing me

Tonight I had a little chance to sneak in some one-on-one time with Spencer.  We were eating a (small) bowl of ice cream when he asked me, "Mom, do you think there really is no pain in heaven just like God promises?"  I believe that to be the truth, and I told him so.  His reply (the killing me part) was, "Well, I'm picturing it in my head right now and I see Great Grandpa swinging from the trees on a swing.  He fell and it didn't hurt him at all."  He then went on to theorize his belief that there must be dirt below the grass even in heaven "or it would just be concrete and that would hurt."

Then, the kid picked out 'Love you Forever' to read before bed.  

I love that kid.  I really, really do.