Heaven

So Sam and I were driving home from school the other day and Sam says, "I don't want to go to heaven." I thought that was a strange statement so I asked him why and he said very seriously, "Well I might be walking along and then fall through a cloud!" I was trying not to laugh because he was very serious. So we talked about it for a few minutes and then he said well maybe in heaven I will be able to fly and then I won't fall. There you go. No falling through the clouds in heaven. Where does he get this stuff? I love his imagination.