In Which The Four-Year-Old Makes My Life Plan
The Four-Year-Old: “I want to stay alive as long as you are alive, Mommyo.”
Mother: “I want to stay alive as long as you need me.”
The Four-Year-Old, extremely concerned: “You will be very old then.”
Happy New Year, y’all.
2 Responses to “In Which The Four-Year-Old Makes My Life Plan”
happy new year… my 4 yo counters with ” when you get really old, then you get dead.” this was following a conversation preparing for the likely death of Cookie, the goldfish. I had to clarify that humans do not lose their arms and legs before they die, unlike Cookie is losing his/her fins… c
Happy New Year to you too! I suppose I’m glad that we aren’t the only family starting the year with depressing conversations. Still, sorry to hear about your fish.
(Do fish really lose their fins when they get old?)