On our flight to Jamaica, I sat next to Red. As we were ascending, I told him, “Hey bud, look out the window. We’re above the clouds now.”
Red: I don’t see anybody up here?!
Me: What? We’re up really high, bud. See, those are clouds down there.
Red: Yeah, I see. Aren’t there lots of people up here?
Me: What do you mean?
Red: I thought Heaven was above the clouds. I don’t see anyone.
Me: Oh! Yes, Heaven is above the clouds. But it’s up really high. We won’t go that high.
Red: Oh,(as a look of sadness comes over him) I was really hoping to see your mom.