A conversation B and I had a couple nights ago:
B: Mommy, when do people die?
Me: Well, usually when they get really, really old.
B: Like how old?
Me: Like a hundred years old.
B: (with a look of horror on his face) So you're going to die soon?!!
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Hah! I always suspected that's what our kids think of us! Ancient! And us with our delusions of youth...sigh.
Ha! That is hilarious.
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