So I can hardly ever be dead

This evening when I came in from my run (which makes it sound like I run way more than I actually do), my son had gotten out of bed to go to the bathroom again. He came into the living room where I was stretching  to give me a goodnight kiss before being ushered back down to his room.

Son: Mommy are you exercising?

Me: Yes.

Son: Why?

Me: So I can be healthy and live a long, long time.

Son: So you’ll never ever be dead?

Me: Hardly ever.

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About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home. I love Mondays because I can return to the world of adults, go to the bathroom alone and have nearly uninterrupted conversations with others.
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6 Responses to So I can hardly ever be dead

  1. Stacia says:

    My son’s fascination-with-death phase is killing me. (No pun intended.) I just don’t know how to answer him, though I imagine it won’t be the last time! Time to hit the library and Google.

  2. congrats on getting out there for that run!!!

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