I’m in the car with my kids, and to get from my neighborhood to the “town” part of town, we have to drive down a bit of a hill. Lane and Jake are going “Whee!” and Lane asks if I can go faster.
“No, honey, that wouldn’t be safe,” I reply. “If we go too fast, we could get into an accident, and one of us could get hurt really badly or even die. I wouldn’t want any of us to get hurt.”
Lane says, “Could the baby get hurt?”
“Yep,” I reply. “If I got hurt badly enough the baby could get hurt too.”
“Or could you die?” Lane asks.
“I could,” I say. “If another car hit us hard enough I could die.”
“I wouldn’t want you to die,” Lane replies. “Then we’d be lost.”
My, what a philosophical thing for a six year-old to say, I ponder. “Well, if anything were to happen to me, Daddy would take very good care of you.”
“Yeah,” she responds, “but first we’d have to find our way home. We’d have to walk or something.”