We Had a Talk

“MOM!”

In true Puck-form, instead of coming to find me with his question, he belted it out from the other room, knowing I would hear him. Easily.

“Yes, son…”

“WILL I NOT GO TO HEAVEN IF I’M A HOBO?”

“What?”

“Will I not go to Heaven if I’m a hobo?”

“What, exactly, do you think a hobo is?”

“Someone who basically lives alone all the time and is an outlaw.”

We had a talk. On a few levels.