Out of the Mouthes of Babes – Death


SC said the other day “Mummy, when you get to 100, you die! Sofia told me this, her grandad did!”

This was closely followed by “Mummy, when you are 100 and die who’s going to look after me?”

Cue, very big cuddle and answer “well, hopefully when that time comes you’ll be old enough to look after yourself!”

After a few moments silence, he said “Don’t worry mummy, I’ll get my big ladder and bring you back down from heaven!”

If only!

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