This evening as I was putting the Scorch to bed, he got really quiet and thoughtful. Then he uttered the dreaded statement:
Mom, I have a question.
Now, I like answering my kids questions. I love how their imagination works and I love that they are constantly trying to learn new things. But you never know what they are going to ask. It could be anything. And questions saved for right before bed are typically Big Questions- questions that the kids have been mulling over all day.
So I’m ready for anything. How are babies are made? Is Santa real? Are there aliens out there? I take a deep breath, sit down on the side of his bed and look him right in the eye, asking what’s on his mind.
Ethan told me that Michael Jackson died when his was sitting on the toilet. Is that true?
Oh. Well. Wasn’t expecting that. Way to keep me on my toes, kid.