Em: Mom, if you die who will be my mommy?
Me: I'm not going to die.
Em: But what if you're like 10 hundred years old?
Me: Then you will be old enough to take care of yourself.
Em: But I still need a mommy. What if you die?
Me: Well, who would you like to be your mommy?
Em: You.
Me: But I'm dead! You can't pick me! (yes, I got a little too invested in the scenario)
Em: Ummm... OK. Then I'd pick Jodi. (my sister)
Me: That sounds like a good idea.
Em: But don't die OK mom?
Me: I'll try not to.
Then we moved onto more important things like boogers and toothbrushes.
That guy sure keeps things interesting around here.
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5 comments:
Okay so I guess I'm a wimp but those conversations with my kids always break my heart.
Can I at least be second in line? Please?
That kid is awesome!
Good to know just in case? By-the-way can I have your kitchen table if you die? I really like the color.
The table is so yours.
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