Conversation #1: (At random, in the kitchen.)
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: Mom, am I going to die?
ME: Well, yes, 3-year-old boy. We are all going to die someday, but not for a really long time.
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: You mean you and dad are going to die?!?
ME: Yes, but when we're really old. ]
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: You mean I'm not going to have a mom and dad?!?
ME: 3-year-old boy, we are all going to die one day, but me and Daddy aren't going to die until you are really old, too, and have lots of kids of your own.
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: But, I don't want to die. (putting his head, face-down, on my knee)
ME: 3-year-old boy, do you know what dying is?
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: Yeah, it's OBNOXIOUS!
(That's one way to put it.)
Conversation #2: (As the 3-year-old boy was watching me trying a new twin tandem nursing position during the 3 three and under's nap time.)
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: What da heck, Mom!
ME: What, 3-year-old boy?
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: Did you buy doze boobs?
ME: No, 3-year-old boy. I came with them.
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: Well what are dey for?
ME: They are so I can feed the babies.
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: Well you can just feed dem yogurt!
ME: Yes, well, sometimes they need my milk, too.
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: Why do dey?
ME: Because it's good for them.
3-YEAR-OLD BOY: Okay. Good night.
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