Abi's preschool is next to a funeral home, but Abi has been oblivious to that until now. This morning we saw them loading huge flower arrangements into the hearse, and she asked what that was for. I explained to her what a funeral was.
-- So all my friends will come to my funeral when I die?
-- Yes.
-- And all your friends will come to yours when you die?
-- Yes.
-- Will I be there?
-- I hope so.
-- And papa?
-- Yes.
-- Well, unless he dies first.
All this without the smallest sign of worry or unhappiness.
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