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.
Death is such a funny concept for kids. Evelynn has started shouting every time we go into the street "Those cars are going to kill me!" even when there are no cars. She also insists that my brother who also parks in our driveway is going to kill her dead, and says so quite emphatically every time she steps on the driveway. I guess it's good saftey tips for her to learn, but she also keeps asking if i got killed.... so I don't think she actually knows what it means....ReplyDelete
bo-ring.... I can't believe you're stuck in "plain old alive" status with the rest of us.ReplyDelete
I do not like this story. I love it!ReplyDelete
I hope you have this story in writing for Rachel's book of memories.ReplyDelete