The upside of getting one’s head squished

Driving down the highway a few days ago, we pass a motorcycle. “Dad,” Isaac says to me, “do you know why that man is foolish?”

I know what he’s going to say, but still I ask, “Why?”

“Cause he’s not wearing a helmet.”

“I know. That’s foolish, isn’t it?”

“But there’s one good thing.”

“What’s that?”

“If he’s a Christian, when he gets his head squished, he’ll go up to heaven.”

Isaac is my glass-is-half-full child.