Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Thing 2 Ramblings

My three-year-old son gets very chatty at night in bed. Last night, the subject was death. When am I going to die? Do kids ever die? When I die, will you take care of my room for me?

I miss the good old days. When he was two. Tasha is a girl. Uniqua is a girl, right? Pa is a boy. Pa has a penis like I do. Daddy is a boy. Tyrone is a boy. Aunt Debbie is a girl. Grandma has a vagina because she is a girl. Miss Wendy is a girl. Is Jack a boy? Jack has a penis. Is Mary a boy? Pablo is a boy.

Life was so much simpler.


Rebecca Gomez said...

Ha! Keeps life interesting.

Kasie West said...

Wow, if those are his questions at 2 and 3, I can't wait to hear what he's asking about at 16. Good luck. LOL

Laura - Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy? said...

I have regular death conversations with the 4 year old. How can I get to heaven? Do we get there in the car?

Hooray for the Backyardigans. He's done well - even I don't know their gender!!

Corey Schwartz said...

LOL, Laura. Yea, Kasie. Forget about 16. I'm worried about 4! :)

Little Ms J said...

My much younger cousin looked at me with big eyes when she was four and asked if I was scared. I asked her why and she said, "Because you're going to die soon."

Apparently thirty is the new ninety from that vantage point!

Corey Schwartz said...

Ha! Little Ms J, that's a good one. Thanks for visiting. I love your blog!