I haven’t posted in a while, but I couldn’t let this one pass…
An Uncle passed away this past week. Being good Catholics, we went to the rosary and took Pumpkin and Cookie. They hadn’t been to a funeral since they were much smaller, so we talked a lot about how to behave just like they were in church. We emphasized the fact that Uncle had died and many people would be sad. They could not bounce around like monkeys and should act like proper young ladies.
They were very well-behaved during the evening service. Then Cookie asked me, “What did he die from?” This was such a mature question, I wasn’t sure how to respond. I looked at her trying to figure out to explain cancer to a 3-year-old. Apparently, my confused expression just made Cookie rephrase her question. She looked up and said, “Like was it dinosaurs… or a lion… or monsters… ?”
It was so hard to keep from laughing.