Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Kid Math

Last night, I was listening to Small Fry rambling on about kids and family and death (weird, I know; but we're trying to prepare the Fries for the inevitable passing of Popoki, our oldest cat).

Small made this pronouncement: "You have fwree kids now.  But if I die an' go to heaven, then you'll only have two."

I tickled her foot.  "Nope.  I'll still have three.  Two here with me, and you in heaven."

"But I don't wanna go to heaven yet."

"I don't want you to go yet, either."

About then, Hubby announced a moratorium on dying.

And, of course, then we went on to discuss the Yakuza.

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