Corban's confusion

Corban's a pretty quick kid, but even he needs to have his facts set straight every once in a while. These last few weeks have been one of those times.

Months ago I told Corban about President Hinckley dying and he understood that AMAZINGLY well. Then, just a few weeks ago, I told him about Sydney dying, and aside from thinking that Sydney took Saja with him, he seemed to get that pretty well, too. When I told him about Grandpa Jorgensen, he seemed to understand, but then, in his prayer that night he prayed, without prompting, for Grandpa Jorgensen to get better. I thought that it was out of habit, we had been praying for that for over a month. But in the weeks that followed, he still prayed to bless both Grandma AND Grandpa Jorgensen.

Corban didn't come up with me to the funeral, and because of weather we haven't been down to see Grandma Jorgensen this trip, so he hasn't been around to see that Grandpa's not here anymore.

Today, Corban approached the issue. While in the bathtub he commented on how big he was getting, specifically that the water was deep, but that he was big enough that it wasn't deep on him. "I'm big, Momma! Like you and Dadddy! And Grandma and Grandpa Smiff! And Grandma and Grandpa Stocking! And Grandma and Grandpa Jorgensen!" Then, he paused and with a slightly puzzled look, he asked, "Is Grandpa Jorgensen dead?"

"Yes, Honey, he is. He lives with Jesus and President Hinckley now."

"And Sydney?"

"Yes, and Sydney."

"Oh... ok. ... Then who is not feelin so good?" (That's Corban's expression for sick.)

"Well, Grandpa Jorgensen was not feelin so good, but then he died."

"Oh!" Click! "What about Kogi?"

"Kogi didn't die, Baby; he just went to live at a new home."

"Oh. So, Pezzdent Hinck-wy and Sydney, and Gampa Jogunsun live with Jesus, but not Kogi?"

"Right, Kogi lives somewhere else."

"Oh. Okay!"