When we told Jude that PT was sick and might not make it, he got very upset. He began to cry (pretty hard) poor little guy. Jude has such a sweet and sensitive heart. It is a gift that allows him to love his brother and others so well and something that will probably cause him great pain in the future. We explained that PT would go to heaven to be with God and his other family members. Jude's response, "sniff, sniff..." Then I told Jude that Pinky Toe would probably be swimming in a HUGE bowl with gold pebbles and rubies and that all his food would probably taste like cupcakes. Jude looked up at me with big eyes and gave me a big chuckle! Then asked, "really?" "Sure" I said, "why not...it's heaven!"
After Jude settled down a bit, we said some prayers for God's will to be done and asked Him to take good care of PT if it was "his time to go." Then the doorbell rang. It was Miss Amanda, the boys' babysitter, and after a minute or so, all was right in the world again.
Today we said a few words, Adam did a mouth trumpet version of Taps and we flushed Pinky Toe (Spiderman Pinky Toe Fish) down the toilet. Farewell Old Friend...we will miss you.