I had an interesting conversation with my five-year-old grandson today. It went like this.
"You know, when I grow up, I'm going to be a chef and own a bakery. I'm going to give the blueprints to the construction man and he will build me a building that will say 'Zaya's burgers and sweets and it will be a drive through."
"Well that will be convenient."
"Uh huh, and Mim will grow up and find her mate, (Need I say too many science videos) and she will come and visit my shop and buy treats, but you, well, you probably will be dead by then, by the time I grow up."
Well I hope I'll still be around anyway; I want to eat one of those donuts.
5 comments:
Oh no! I'm sorry!
He's been awful about this whole aging and death thing.
When his piano teacher told him she was getting older, he said, "Does that mean you'll be dead soon?"
How on earth do you teach tact?
Don't worry. He doesn't understand.
I just explained to him that my mom was still alive and I was grown up. I told him that I might even live to see his children grow up, like Grandma and Grandpa see you all grown up. Time is just not a concept easy to understand...for us and for five year olds.
I hope we're ALL around to try some of those burgers and sweets! :)
Sunday Scribblings seems to have disappeared, but there is an alternative, Carry On Tuesday. The new prompt is up, hope you can join us.
Oh, you know...I remember when 48seemed sooooo old. Well, now I know that's not true!
Donuts for everyone!!!
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