Last Friday we did a family movie night and watched “Wonderwoman” in the local theatre. I tend to get emotional during movies, especially when the film music supports the plot. When my eyes got a little watery during a WW I fighting scene Ro leaned over, took my hand and said: “It’s alright, daddy. – Do you want to leave for a while?”

We took a quick bathroom break, where he re-assured me “It’s OK, it’s just a movie, daddy!” – he used *my* line 🙂

Then he went on to inquire what made me so sad: “Is it because the Germans are losing?”

I told him it wasn’t – (and it was *not*). I just had to hug him. He’s so sweet. (The real reason was because there are no superheroes in real wars and all those people actually died). The magnitude of suffering that really occurred during the two world wars makes my head explode. It still does.

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Unrelated, Ro and I ate fish last night. He found a fish bone and I told him to be extra careful not to swallow it. He asked if you can die from it and I shared a  real story of a friend’s wife who died from choking on a fish bone. True, sad story.

Ro had made it through half of his dinner. We were eating silently, when Ro suddenly broke out crying: “Daddy!, –  I don’t want you to die!”

Interesting, how he was worried more about my well-being instead of his own.

In the end he finished his entire meal – very carefully.