henro's newest "thing" is a fascination with death. awesome, huh? just what i wanna deal with on top of the 6789304567 other items of nonsense on my mind these days. now i've got a kid who, at any given moment & completely outta the blue, throws me zingers related to the grim reaper.
"do you have to take baths any more after you die?"
"can we all go together? our whole family?"
"do you get to take all your toys with you?"
and on and on and on. everything from what you can do "there" to questions about family members we've lost (yet he never knew!!) over the past several years. freaky, creepy stuff.
lunatic that i am, i start wondering about theoretical sixth senses and whether my child is preparing either himself or me to deal with something tragic looming in our future. though, at the moment, i feel a bit less paranoid.
after tonight's bath, the kiddo started randomly asking more who, what, where's related to the afterworld, and (yet again) i questioned his motives...
"because pop told me about elvis."
so there you have it. wait, huh?