But then, as I flushed the toilet, the questions began.
Gabe: Mom, where did the spider go?
Me: I flushed it. It went in our septic system.
Gabe: What else could we have done with it?
Me: Well, we could have put it outside, but it would freeze at night and it would die. We could leave it to crawl around our house but I don't want it to crawl around on me when I am sleeping so I would rather not keep it in our house.
Gabe: Me neither!
Me: Actually, I kinda squished it a bit when I picked it up with the toilet paper.
Gabe: So, it's dead. Spiders can die?
Me: Yup. It's dead. Everything dies eventually.
Gabe: Even you and me?
Me: Yes, but we probably won't die for a long long time and we will be very old.
Gabe: Old, like Papa (Hubby)?
Me: NO, much much older. Like a Grandpa.
Gabe: (Aghast and a bit emotional) But I don't want to be old.
Me: Why not? (starting to feel bad for all my frank talk)
Gabe: I don't want to have hair grow out of my nose.
Me: (Chortling) It's okay Gabe. You don't have to let hair grow out of your nose, even when you are very old.
3 comments:
...can't type... still laughing... you should have shown him hubby's nose hair trimmers... haven't laughed this hard in a very long time...i'll have to read it again later & laugh some more...have I mentioned the whole silly chicken part...
hahahahaa!!!
aaawwww... I don't want to get old like grandpa either!
and if it is just the nose hair's he's worried about, that's a good thing, because that should be the least of his worries. be sure to inform him on the nifty invention of nose clippers ;)
great conversation. great story. thanks for sharing! :o)
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