Monday, October 09, 2006

Megan wrote about getting her son the cutest little pumpkin pie.

Which reminded me of this:

When my eldest daughter was about four she was asking a lot of questions about death and dying. One day she asked me what "that white thing that comes out of your body when you die" is. After stumbling around for a while, I realized that she had just watched the Disney movie, Hercules, and she was taling about the ghost-like souls going to Hades.

"That's a soul!" I cried triumphantly. And you know the next part is coming with twenty-twenty hindsight.

"What's a soul?"

"Eh, well," I mumbled for quite some time. "Your soul is the part of you that makes you you. I have dark hair. You have dark hair, but we're not the same person, right? That part of you that makes you unique and special: that's your soul."

"Oh. OK." She considered that for a minute. "I just wanted to tell you that my soul doesn't like pumpkin pie."

She's so neat. Even at four she was neat to be around. (Hey, and at least that's one food preference I'm not likely to forget. Because I'm always asking my kids, "Now which one of you likes pickles?")


Kristie (J) said...

LOL - just yesterday when we were having Thanksgiving dinner, my oldest son asked where the pumpkin pie was. I told him I didn't get one this time because I was the only one who liked it now. Turns out both he and my youngest son love pumpkin pie. Did I ever feel like a bad mom for not knowing that!

Suisan said...

Bad Mommy, Kristie. ;)

I forget all sorts of thngs relating to my kids--but then I remind them that my brain's like a sieve. They laugh most of th time.