Last night at bedtime — just before Silas, who is 5, rubbed his chin and very seriously said to his brother, “Hmmm, I think I feel a beard coming in” — Caleb and Silas were chatting in their bedroom.
I had read The Velveteen Rabbit, and Silas had asked if everybody in our family who doesn’t live in this house is real. He giggled and said, “I guess all people are real.”
Then Caleb, very solemn-faced, said, “Unless they’re dead.” dramatic pause “Somebody died right now, Silas. And somebody died right now. Somebody is dying all the time.”
Silas wasn’t sure how to process that information, so he tackled Caleb and –I’m pretty sure– threatened something about making him die.
You just never know what deep thoughts children are having.