As me and the small ones have a substantial walk to school in the morning, topics of conversation as we’re walking down the street are wide and varied.
(Apart from when the 8 year old has his ‘football head’ on though and talks about nothing else all the way to school.)
This morning, though, the subject was a bit heavier going for a Wednesday morning, and came out of the blue.
8 year old –
“Where do we go when we die?!”
“Um, I don’t know. Nobody knows for sure.”
“Well, because we don’t know until it happens to us – and then you’re not here anymore to tell anyone what happens.”
“Can we be re-born? Can we come back as other people?! What if someone had jumped into me or you and they used to be an old man?”
At this point we had hit the school gates and were inside school. Good job really as I was about ready to run for the hills or call an exorcist.
He’s got a really good point, though – what does happen when we die? It’s not something we really think about too much, and there’s still so much we don’t know.
I feel compelled to look and find a child friendly book detailing all these fascinating questions. Either that or he can ask again when it’s not 8am and I’m still half asleep – I might be more alert and able to think clearer then!