Nick is my 3 year old son. My wife Allison and I adopted him in Las Vegas the week he was born (Yay, adoption!) Since then, I’ve been posting my conversations with him on my facebook page. Here are a few of them
CONVERSATIONS WITH NICK ABOUT DEATH (KIND OF)
Scene: Nick is in bed, light are out.
NICK: (Whispering) Daddy?
ME: Yes, Nick?
NICK: I see ghost.
NICK: I see ghost, daddy.
NICK: (pointing toward hallway) Out there.
ME: You see a ghost out there?
ME: Okaaaay…in the hallway?
NICK: No. Outside.
ME: You saw a ghost outside?
NICK: Uh-huh. Ghost.
ME: What was it doing?
NICK: Eat grass.
ME: Eat grass?
NICK: Uh-huh. At farm. I see ghost.
ME: Are you saying “goats?”
Scene: Outside with Nick. It’s Fall, sun is doing down.
Me: Wow. Getting windy.
Nick: Is it Halloween right now?
Me: Not yet. What are you gonna be for Halloween?
Nick: Spider-man. And mommy is an octopus and daddy is Robin.
Me: I dressed up like Robin when I was little. My grandma made my costume.
Nick: Where your gramma?
Me: She passed away before you were born.
Nick: Why she pass away, daddy?
Me: Oh, um… She was old. She got old. And old people eventually…they…pass away.
Nick: You gonna be old?
Me: Not for awhile. That’s a cool truck!
Nick: You gonna pass away?
Me: No…not…I mean yes, but…
Nick: Mommy gonna pass away?
Me: No! I mean…
Nick: Who gonna watch me when I sleep??? I gonna cry!!!
Me: No one! I mean no one is gonna pass away!
Nick: Why your gramma pass away?
Me: I don’t know!
Nick: Maybe wind was too strong.
Me: Maybe. Okay. Time to go in. I think it’s gonna rain.
Nick: Don’t worry, daddy. I keep you safe.
Me: You will? How you gonna do that?
Nick: (taps chin) Hmmm… I put you under a blankee until storm passes.
Me: That sounds good.
Scene: Nick, Me and Al are in a car driving… somewhere.
Nick: Mommy? Do only animals die?
Al: No, honey. People die too.
Nick: Hmmm. I don’t know what happens when people die.
Me: Um… Well… When you die.. You, you…live inside…um…the people that love you.
Al: That’s a bit of a stretch, daddy.
Nick: Someone can’t live inside someone’s tummy!
Me: Okay, you try.
Al: Well, Nick, when someone dies, they live on in our memory.
Nick: AND THEN WE GET DIZZY AND OUR HEAD POPS OFF!
Al: Oh, dear.
Nick: AND THEN IT GETS STUCK IN A BEEHIVE!
Me: Yes, that’s exactly what happens.
Me: Sorry mommy, but it’s time for Nick to learn the truth about the beehive.