As the wee ones ate breakfast, Mister Man studied the map that we use as his placemat most of the time. I was (unusual for me) off at my computer, as I was checking to see how bad of a mom I was for sending the wee ones off to school with short sleeves. Was a coat sufficient? (Phew, it was!)
Mister Man looked up at me with a serious expression on his face.
Mister Man: Mom! I found Heaven on the map!
Me: Ummm, really?
Think fast, think fast, Mom. How could he have found Heaven on a map? There isn’t really heaven on that map, is there?
Mister Man: Yep! It’s right here.
Me: Right where, Sweetie? (still frantically thinking)
Mister Man: Right next door to Mexico.
Me: Oh. I nodded sagely. Yes. Is it spelled H-A-V-A-N-A?
Mister Man: Uh-huh.
Yeah. It’s been a long time since anyone has confused any part of Cuba with Heaven. I was still cracking up about it when Little Miss’s bus arrived. Poor kid. I think I just added a few thousand to his therapy bill.