Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Rest in Pieces

"My wook fwiends and me are gonna hunt dinosaurs when we grows up and shoot 'em wif guns," little kid told me.

"Dinosaurs are extinct, remember? They aren't alive anymore. You could search for their bones, be a dinosaur scientist."

"No! Some are alive, we's gettin' those," he insisted.

"No, not really, hon. Every single dinosaur died. There are no more dinosaurs."

He thought about that for a moment. "So, are theys in Heaven with God now?"

"Uh--maybe? Not sure on that one, really."

"We'll find out when we die. I hope them dinosaurs is in Heaven. I feel sad they died. Will we's die one day, mumum?"

"Yep, everyone dies. Not for a long time, though."

"How we gonna die?"

"Probably in our sleep of old age, in a very long time from now." It made me sad to think about. He was quiet for a minute and I believed he was having similar thoughts.

"No!" he said, enthusiastically, "Not me. I's gonna run myself over wif a motorcycle, 'at's what I'm gonna do! I could do you, too!" He seemed excited at the thought.

"Hmmm. No thanks."

"Why? Why no?" I had obviously insulted him, turning down his generous offer of euthanasia via vehicular homicide.

"I...I don't know, little kid. I'm done talking about this now, it's sad." I didn't really feel like having him attempt to convince me that this was how I should die.

"Well, 'at's how me's and mine wook fwiends are doin' it."

Yet another impressive life goal.

7 comments:

Jennifer said...

Going out in a blaze of glory. I think he needs to be in action movies. As a stunt man. LOL

Anonymous said...

"I's gonna run myself over wif a motorcycle"

hahaha, priceless

Anonymous said...

So funny I have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. Leave it to LK to not take death lying down in bed! Way too tame for him...love it.
Kelli in LA

Mommy Wis(h)dom said...

ha ha ha - deep thoughts by Little Kid!
I love it!

misssrobin said...

What a sweetheart to want to help you with that.

When my daughter was learning about ancient Egyptians at school they did a unit on mummification. She got to mummify a stuffed animal. She told me all about it, about the organs that were in a separate jar, about how long it took the body to dry out.

Then she looked at me with a completely straight face and said, "I wonder how long it would take to mumify you." And she walked off.

I guess we'll both have a little help on our way out of this life.

jennyandcompany said...

lmao. my husband loves these conversations - I might have to wake him up for this one!

AnastasiaBeaverhousen said...

if ya gotta go, having your son and his work friends running you over with their motorcycles might not be a bad gig! ;) as long as you are 98 years old and no longer know your own name. make sure you write that part down for him when making your end of life decisions. (love him!)