Always at bedtime. Always to the lucky Momma. Looking forward to Daddy tucking Kate in...
"Mommy, when will you die?"
"Mommy, when will I die?"
"Mommy, what happens when you die? Do you turn back into a tiny baby again and start all over?"
"Mommy, when we're all dead, do the dinosaurs come back and then the next one and the next one and the next one until us?"
"Mommy, do we get to decide how long to stay in heaven and then come back down here? I'm not going to stay up there that long."
"Mommy, maybe the police officers and the fire fighters and the aliens know what happens when we die. We should ask them."
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