On the death side, there have been many questions. "Mommy, are you going to die?" And once I explained that yes, eventually we are all going to die, then she said, "Mommy, I don't want you to die." So, I though that she was starting to get the concept and that it is a permanent sort of a thing.
Then, last night, there were all sorts of "what ifs" designed to test the boundaries of this whole death thing. "What if someone's arm could still move, would they still be dead?" "What if someone poured water on their head, would they still be dead?" "Mommy, how do you throw up when you're dead?" Just all sorts of interesting thoughts.
This morning, she actually caught me in a pretty good trap. She asked if her elf on the shelf will die someday. I wasn't quite sure - on the one hand the elf has magic, but on the other hand all living things die, so if the elf is alive then the elf will die. So I decided to speculate that yes, someday the elf will probably die. Here is the unforeseen catch - she then said, "So, then will Santa die someday, too?" Oh, oops. Trapped.
On the life side, she asked me the other day "How you get a baby in your tummy". I tried to be pretty scientific, yet vague, about it. I ended up saying something about how a Mommy sort of has a seed that joins with a seed from the Daddy and that turns into a baby. To which she replied, "Well, I'd like to see that!" Ha!
