Earlier this evening, after an insanely long day at work and finally getting the kids home from my mum’s place; while getting both boys ready for bed and doing whatever washing, cleaning, unpacking of their school bags, my gastric pangs took a harder hit than it did at breakfast.
Me: Urgh, I’m so hungry that I could probably die…before repeating myself again with a little more drama added
The husband who finally heard: Hey, don’t say that in front of the kids. You won’t die.
Liam: Mummy, but I don’t want you to die. Please don’t die.
Me (walks to the loo for a much needed stream of relief): You know what “die” means?
Liam: Mummy, please don’t die. I will be so sad. I don’t want you to die. You are hungry? Papa and me have some vegetables and fruits in the fridge…so please eat and don’t die okay?
I’m rendered speechless. How does my almost 4 year-old understand the concept of “die”, and where did he learn from? Despite his tantrums, emo and refuse to listen to mama moments of late, at least he still cares. *sniffles*
Thank goodness we’re having a mama/kids day out tomorrow with some friends! Hooray!