My train home was cancelled so I got in about 20 minutes late, just in time to get my 4 year old daughter out of the bath and dry her off ready for bed.
As I'm drying her legs, "Daddy, what does 'dead' mean?"
Oh f**k. What am I going to say to that one? "Well, when something is dead it means you will never, ever see it again."
"Forever and ever?"
"Yes."
"And people too?"
"Yes, people too. It can be very sad."
"But...where do they go then?"
er,,,uh,,,ermm. Think, think, non-religious answer. "Some people think they go to heaven to be with Jesus."
Nuts, I took the easy way out.
Well there's time to go over it when she's old enough to understand more fully.
She knows a little about Jesus as my Mum sometimes takes her to church. I was raised Catholic but am now lapsed, more agnostic than atheist. I don't believe now but I'll reserve the right to change my mind when I'm desperate on my death bed. Agnostic = hypocrit?
"Is the butterfly with Jesus?" As she points to the remains of a moth on the outside of the bathroom window.
"It might be, sweetie. Now put your nightie on and we'll have a story."
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You have given the perfect answers by just answering.
She hasn't got the capacity to judge the answers itself (I mean, where do we go when we die?) but she has just learned that you can ask Daddy anything.
This is just the beginning...
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