"Maddie, go wipe your mouth on the towel in the bathroom," I admonished as she sauntered into the kitchen with toothpaste ringing her mouth. She walked out and was back in seconds, face clean.
"Did you wipe it on the towel?" I asked skeptically.
"No," she said, "I wiped it on this," and she held up the hem of her shirt.
"Maddie, you can't wipe your mouth on your clothing," I said in exasperation. (Yes, Mommy, I know.)
"But Mommy, when you are dead and when Papi is dead and when Angie is not dead and she is with me and when we are grown up, then can I wipe my mouth on my shirt?"
"Yes, then you can wipe your mouth on your shirt." Discussion closed.
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It seems like all the close by grandbabies have this preoccupation with death. Katie and Josie always ask me if I will alway live in my home. I tell them we will always be here for them. Then they say "even when you die." "No, I won't still be here when I die," I say, "but when I die I will always be as close as you thinking about me." And we go on from there. It often surprises me when the ask about death. But they see it in some movies (Tangled was what the girls told me when I asked them why they keep asking about when I die) and in nature and I guess it is just natural for them to question us about death.
Hopefully, Grandpa and I will be here for a long time and will be able to see our beautiful girls grow up.
Kiss my babies for me.
Mommy
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