Death By Crocodile Or Witch Or An Eye Falling Out

Ever since we went to a visitation a couple months ago Alexa has been trying to figure out the concept of death.

I don't even understand the concept of death and now I have to try and explain it to an innocent little child without totally freaking her out?

Again, whoever thought I could be in charge of raising another human being should be fired.

Anygrimreaper, here is an excerpt from one of our conversations regarding death and dying.

Just read it, it's funny not all debbie downerish.

Hey mom?
I don't want my eye to fall out.
Would I die?

No.

.....

Mom, if somebody cut my head off would I die?

Um, yes, but nobody would ever cut your head off.

You would never cut my head off?

No.  Never.

Yeh, cause that is supah supah naughty.

Yeh.

I would just run away.

That's a good idea, just run away.  And besides, I would save you if anyone was trying to hurt you and remember nobody is ever going to cut your head off.

Yeh, cause that's supah naughty.

.....

Well, witches are mean so they might, but you're a big kid so you'd save me.
OR I could save you Mom.
With a knife.
In my pocket.

Well, we shouldn't have knives in our pockets, that sounds dangerous.

Yeh, it might poke me.
I'll just leave it at home.
Do we have knives at home?

Yes, but we only use knives to cut our food.

*ponders* We don't eat people do we?

No.

Well, crocodiles eat people.  Do crocodiles eat people?

Ummm, hey Alexa look at the cool clouds in the sky!

End scene, thank God.

I also assured her that people usually don't die until they are very old.

She's all, yeh like when their face hangs down?

Ahhh, the honesty of children is a beautiful thing.