Mummy, I'm going to sing a song.
[Not unusual]
May and Noodles went up the hill, up the hill, up the hill.
May and Noodles went up the hill to see what was on the farm.
[Unusual: 18 months ago we had a month of pet death. May, my beagle, and Noodles, my elderly cat, both passed away. I haven't mentioned them recently, BUT Husband's elderly cat seems not to be thriving. Perhaps Clara senses something?]
On the farm they walked and walked, walked and walked, walked and walked.
On the farm they walked and walked, and then laid down and died.
[Um. Unstinting acknowledgement of home truths. Are four year olds supposed to be so matter-of-fact about death?]
I think so actually. My 3.5 year old when told that our dog was almost 8 years old and 'getting up there' said, "We should get a new dog then when Riley dies." Blink Blink
ReplyDeleteBlink Blink indeed! They sound SO WISE sometimes.
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