Mr. President

For the past few weeks, Tater has had this obsession of talking about death and people going to be with God. We're not sure where it's coming from but it is a reoccurring conversation - particularly when we are driving in the car. This morning G Baby and I took Tater to her Tumble Tots class at our local rec center. On the way home we passed a church with a funeral procession lined up out front. As we went by, they were carrying the casket inside. Well, I braced myself for the questions, anticipating a day of many conversations revolving around this event - but thankfully I was wrong! Tater saw the big, long black cars (aka the hearse and the limo) and the flags on them, and asked "Momma, is the president here? Can we go see him?"