“Hey Mommy!” Brother whisper-called to me as I was leaving his room tonight.
“Yes?” I paused in the doorway.
“It occurred to me that we haven’t had any pyroclastic flow in a really, really long time,” he unexpectedly told me.
“Really?” I replied, quickly wracking my brain to figure out what he was talking about… Oh, yes! Pyroclastic flow is the most deadly product of an explosive eruption from a super volcano.
“Do you know why?” Brother continued.
“No, why?” I asked curiously.
“Because I said a prayer that no super volcanoes or volcanoes would erupt until after we’re resurrected!” he answered with a confident smile.
“Really?” I smiled back with a melting heart, “Thank you! That way it won’t hurt us at all!”
“That’s right!” he replied and then laid back on his pillow.
Man alive, what a sweet kid! I thought to myself.
“Good night, I love you!” I called.
“Good night, I love you, too!” he called back.
Then I left his room with a prayer in my heart.
For safety from pyroclastic flow.
And for gratitude for an incredible little boy.