I'm talking with Zach while he's helping me clean cubbies on Thursday before school begins. Tucson is a small town; through freecycle I've met a relative of Zach's. I decide today to ask Zach about him. "Do you have an Uncle Dave?" I say.
"An Uncle David?"
"Maybe a cousin. Maybe your mom's cousin. Is there a cousin in your family named David?"
"All my cousins are little like me when I was a baby."
"Some cousins are grown up."
"Yeah. And they're with God."
"I have cousins who are grown up, and I'm a cousin who's grown up. But I hope it's a long time before I'm with God in heaven."
"Yeah. And when you go up there to heaven with God, I don't think you should wear that necklace."