When will you die, Daddy?

Like any healthy 4-year-old, Jonathan is figuring out the world around him. Sometimes his conclusions can be quite amusing. This morning the conversation went something like this:

JB: When am I going to die, Daddy?

Me: Not until you’re very, very, very, very, very, very old. So, it isn’t something you have to worry about at the moment.

JB: When we die, we’ll all go to heavan to see Grandad, won’t we?

Me: Yes, that’s right.

JB: When will you die, Daddy?

Me: Not until I’m very, very, very, very, very, very old.

JB: That will be soon, then, won’t it?

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