After a fun-filled Easter, the kids and I took long naps (Brenna and I slept from about 4 to 9:30...oops! She's been teething and hasn't been sleeping well, so obviously we both needed it) She is back in bed and Riley and I are catching up on cartoons. He has got the biggest imagination and lately has been making up new friends and pets. Tonight he really threw me for a loop...
Riley: MOMMY! My new dog Barney *imaginary* is dead!
Me: What?!
Riley: (now getting upset) He's deeaaadd
Me: Are you sure he's not sleeping?
Riley: NO he's dead. I miss him. I want him back. *then he starts to sob
What the heck just happened here? We went from enjoying cartoons to a dead dog in 2.5 seconds flat! And he was REALLY upset about it! I was a little flabbergasted. We haven't talked about death so I'm not sure where this came from.
I hugged him, told him everything would be okay, and offered some chocolate milk. I distinctly remember chocolate milk cheering me up when I was about his age and watched "Follow That Bird" - which I'm still convinced is one of the saddest movies ever, even though I haven't seen it in probably 24 years. Why don't kids come with manuals that tell you how to handle situations like this?
Hey Riley - You're Freaking Me Out!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Sweet Buzzes