Conversations with my 6 year old
My son spent a week with his grandparents in Wellington and I picked him up today from the airport. It was so good to have my baby back in my arms and with me again. I know he had an amazing time with his grandparents and he loves every minute of it. His mouth was going a hundred mph as we drove home. We passed a small cemetery and he said, Mum look it's where dead people live. I said well they're dead and they're buried there it's called a cemetery. He asked if each person had a cemetery and I explained that individual plots were called graves. He asked but what are those things with words on them...oh those are headstones. I then added remember I told you when we die our bodies turn to soil again? He piped up, mum when you die I will bury you in the dirt. Me trying to stifle my laughter I said; that's okay. Then he said; well actually I will put you in the guest room on the bed there. Hmm let's explore this, why would you do that sweetie? Well then you...