This was our conversation in the car this morning:
(After looking to see that the two-year-old had his pouty face on)
Me: What's wrong?
Two-year-old: (grunt)
Me: (trying to cheer him up) I love you!
Two-year-old: No. And I don't love you!
Me: I do love you...
Four-year-old: (interrupting) And she'll love you forever. She'll even love you if you die and she'll wish for you.
Two-year-old: I don't want to die.
Me: No, baby, you aren't going to die. He didn't say you were going to die, but if you did I'd still love you.
Two-year-old: I don't want to die.
Me: You aren't going to die for a long, long time (I want to be able to tell him he never will...but that's just not true...I hope I can assure him that it won't happen for a long, long time)
Two-year-old: I don't want to die.
Four-year-old: You are still very young. Even mommy and daddy aren't old enough to die. You won't die until you are very old.
Two-year-old: I knew that.
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2 comments:
Bwahahaha! This is TOO FUNNY!! I can hear both of their little voices, and it's cracking me up :)
But oh, I'd have had little heart palpitations having death talks with my own kids. Motherhood is not for the faint of heart, right?!
Giggling! You have such a dramatic 4 year old. :)
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