It started, guys. The difficult questions started. 😬 Yesterday Pedro asked me when we will die!!! I'm not proud of this, but I froze. He stood there, staring at me waiting for an answer and I just couldn't find the right words for this subject. So what do I do next? I called daddy and threw him under the bus. Yeah, let him do the serious talks. I'm here just for the fun parts. Like going for rides in origami boats like we did today! 😚
Seriously, how do you talk about death with a four year old? It feels so soon to be having this conversation! HELP!