So, this morning we were rolling around in the bed, and I was kind of "tricking" Alex into getting close enough for me to smooch his darling little cheeks (at age 6, they are already starting to get "too cool" for kisses from Mommy). Anyway, he was on to me pretty quick, and yelled, "Hey! Stop that Mommy, or I'm telling on you -- I'm going to tell your mom and dad.... in Heaven.... when I get there."
My parents have both been dead for years. The way my own kids just sort of integrate this information into the fabric of who they are in relation to their "other grandparents" (the ones they'll never meet on earth), amazes me.
I know my mom will be just delighted when she meets her grandsons (hopefully many, many years from now) in Heaven!