We were discussing Benjamin's 4-month appointment while we were driving home from school today (his appt is tomorrow). The conversation started with the topic of Ben getting shots tomorrow, morph to Will hates shots, morph to Will wondering when he's going to have to get more...not for a few more years... and so on. Then Will says he hates numbers - those other numbers, meaning 5, 6, 7, 8... because turning those numbers will mean having to get more shots.
Then he asks... "When I die, and God makes the new heaven and the new earth, will there be shots in the new earth?"
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