Ro: Growing up takes too long!

me: But you’re a big boy already, you’re three!

Ro: <big grin> Yes, daddy, but I want to be an adult. How old are adults?

me: adults are 21 and older.

Ro: 100!

me: no, not 100. At that age we’re probably dead!

Ro: NO!

me: yes, Ro, people die when their bodies get old. We all *do*.

Ro: But not *you*, daddy!?

me: even me, — eventually.

Ro: <scared, confused>

me: but not for a long time – I’ll be always  there for you – always!

Ro: <relieved smile> what happens after we die?

me: I don’t know.

Ro <smiling>: We come back!!

me: maybe, but we don’t know. We believe we come back, but we don’t know.

Ro: I’ll come back with you. – If you don’t know how, you can hold my hand, daddy and I’ll show you!

<that’s when I lost my voice from being too moved by his sweetness>