That’s how I lost my wife. Isn’t that a great way to die – bombarded in foam from a broken dishwasher. She always did tell me to get that fixed – and only now do I realize I should have listened to her.

Well, she’s looking over me now – talk about birds eye view. I wonder what it’s like to look down upon the world from heaven?

“Daddy, daddy! Can we go see Transformers? Please please please please pleaase?” said my son Nate.

“Ugh, no! We’re going to see Hairspray – right Dad?” said my daughter, Cassie.

“Nooo! We went to your movie last time! It’s my turn!”

What a pleasant way to be interrupted from a thought of heaven.

“Cassie, since you’ve just turned thirteen, I think you’re mature enough to handle yourself in a movie theatre – just, keep your room clean.” I say, hopefully ending the war between them.

“Yay!! T-H-X Dad!” she squealed before rushing to the phone, no doubt that she’s going to be on for the next hour or more.

“Let’s go see an action movie, right Nate?”

“Right Daddy!”