Ds, 5, has started asking about death and dying. It began when his great grandad celebrated his 90th birthday end of last year and ds got upset as he thought you died when you were 100.
After a trip to see the dinosaurs at NHM, he asked when I would die.
Tonight, he was asking what the biggest number was. I said, quite flippantly on reflection, that numbers go on forever. He then started sobbing, really crying and said that daddy will die first, then you. And also will I have to leave all my toys when I die? Which prompted more sobbing.
I was torn between wanting to make light of it all and make him laugh and wanting to be honest.
I said that no-one knows when they are going to die and then started talking about weekend plans.
How much do you think they can handle about death and dying at this age?