Bailey wound up with my morbid fascinations. The child is a tad obsessed with death. If something is bad for you, it will kill you. If you don't follow the rules and look both ways when crossing the street*, you will die. Tim and I are not exactly sure where this stems from, I do have a dark sense of humor but we don't talk of killing and dying all of the time. Actually, I am pretty sure it rarely comes up in conversation. Evidently the whole death thing was bugging her, but I think we have it settled, for now.
Bailey: Mom, do shots keep you from dying?
Me: Shots keep you healthy so that if you do get sick it isn't as bad as it could be.
Bailey: Even if I get shots I can die?
Me: Everyone dies at some point, that is just the way it is.
Bailey: I don't want to get shots, or die.
Me: Bailey, you are 5, you don't need to worry about dying. Shots are just a part of life, too.
Bailey: What happens when you die?
Me: I am not sure Bai.
Bailey: Do they have snacks after you die?
Me: Well, uh, I don't know.
Bailey: Can you pack me a bag of Cheez-Its just in case?
Me: Yes, I can definitely do that.
*No, they aren't allowed to cross the street alone. Call me overprotective!
