Rachel and I were just looking at the family tree we put together last night. She was asking questions about everyone on the chart. When we got to her great-grandma Conrad, Rachel insisted that she met her. I went and burst her bubble.
"Well, maybe you met her in heaven before you came to live in our family. She died before you were born."
"Oh," she said, kind of disappointed by that, "Mommy died, too."
"No, I didn't die."
"You didn't die?"
"No. I'm not dead."
"Oh, are you 'rected?"
"No, I'm not resurrected, either. I'm just plain, old alive."
Rachel is now acting like my position on the cool-chart just went down 10 points because I am neither dead nor resurrected.