"Is there going to be a hole in heaven when you get there mom, so you can come back to me?"
Rather serious, huh? In fact, this evening has been rather different. Seth went from being upbeat and perky, to almost crying in the blink of an eye. He became suddenly concerned about me dying and was literally sniffing and teary-eyed. He has just recently started asking questions about death (I'm not sure why because nobody we know has recently passed away and I'm unaware of the subject being in any books or computer games), so it took some time trying to calm him down.
He wanted me to ask Jesus when I would die. I tried to explain to him that Jesus wasn't going to tell me, so he wanted to know why. Then asked me if I would die in a car accident.
"I have no idea how or when I'm going to die, Seth," I explained. "I may live to be great-grandma's age. She is 89, remember?" I said.
"You mean, great grandma GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT?" he asked.
Huh?.......(which proves the theory that boys have hearing defects..)
And my favourite question of the evening? A much lighter one (after the tears and sniffing).......it's one in a million......
"Do bugs eat mini wheats, mom?"
And I think: If I ever compile my stories into a book like I long to, I have found the perfect title.
DO BUGS EAT MINI WHEATS?
And other stories of my kidlets....
I can always dream, can't I?