A Conversation with Christian, 7 yrs old
Christian (rushing up to me as I stand in the kitchen): Mommy! Mommy! I have TWO loose teeth now. But don’t worry mommy. They are my baby teeth, so they are supposed to fall out.
Me: Oh? Well then, that does sound exciting!
Christian: And my grown up teeth will be in and need to stay there… for like 75 years or something.
Me: Well, I guess you should take care of them.
Christian: Yes. (He looks down very solemnly) or I will die.
Me: You will die?
Christian: Well, I won’t be able to eat crackers anymore so I might as well die. It’s practically the same thing.
(10 minutes later…) Wait, wait. I’ve changed my mind. I won’t die. I can still eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.