The topic of dying has been coming up a lot around here lately which shouldn't be a surprise.
Between fairy tale characters that bite the dust, the kids friends who have lost a parent (we obviously know more than most) or the times that conversations turn to Daddy, the topic of death is as easily discussed here as what is for dinner.
This morning, while the kids and I were cuddling in my bed before breakfast, Claire suddenly said, "I don't want to die, mommy." Naturally, my response was, "I don't want you to die, either. Or, Ian."
Claire sweetly said, "Because I would miss you." "Ohhh, I would miss you too, honey," I replied and we gave each other big hugs and kisses.
Ian thought for a minute and then chimed in, "I don't want to die either." Of course, I said, "I don't want you to either, Ian."
"Because I would miss playing with my Legos," he stated rather dryly.
"Um, what about me?," I asked, in a Am-I-Chopped-Liver tone of voice.
"Oh, yeah, you too."
And that sums up the priorities of a 4 year old boy.
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