Henry is the five-year-old son of two people I deeply admire.

This is what he said to his mother today.

“Mama, are there planes in heaven?” Henry

“Planes?” Mama

“Yeah. That way if I die at school and find heaven I can just fly back home to you.” Henry

This is not the first time that Henry has discussed this subject with his mom in recent months.

When a five-year-old has school shootings on his mind instead of coloring inside the lines or learning to read, the guns have got to go.

You know the kind I mean. The ones with military grade magazines that are meant for one purpose.

To kill.

That's it.

Linda Schulman, mother of Scott Beigel, a teacher who was killed in the Parkland, FL shooting said this to NRA spokeswoman Dana Loesch at the CNN Town Hall Meeting in Sunrise, Florida on February 21, 2018. Exactly one week after the shooting on Valentine's Day, which is meant for the celebration of love.

Ms Schulman cited the second paragraph of the first article in the Declaration of Independence written by Thomas Jefferson.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

And then she asked Dana Loesch of the NRA the following.

"Why are my son's unalienable rights not protected as fiercely as the right to bear arms?"

The Declaration of Independence was adopted in 1776.

The 2nd Amendment wasn't added until 1791. And it was intended for less lethal weaponry like muskets. It said nothing about military grade or law enforcement grade assault weapons that spray bullets.

I imagine that our forefathers thought we'd be smarter. That we wouldn't allow the idiocy of a gun show loophole where people of every ilk can buy guns from private sellers and head for the door.

No questions asked. No background checks.

And I imagine that they never thought we'd be so stupid as to sell magazines of bullets to private citizens who have no business in the world owning them. How many bullets does one person need unless they plan to mow down a crowd?

And I doubt in their world of wooden one-room schoolhouses that this country's forefathers ever thought we'd need Plexiglas, metal detectors and Kevlar backpacks to help protect students. And I'm sure they'd be horrified at the block headed suggestion by the head of our government that teachers be armed with guns.

Just how much of this crap are we going to put up with before someone says ENOUGH?

Thank you God for youth. For children old enough to vote who are sick of watching grownups screw up their lives, their world and letting the innocent die.

We've underestimated them.

I think change is coming. I pray it does. I feel a stirring in my heart that America is finally waking up.

Until it does, five-year-old Henry worries that one of the guns will kill him at school. And he has a "return home to Mama" plan in place.

If heaven has airplanes, he'll be back.