Oh, I never said these things at 5. I didn’t have the head or heart for it.
– Her: Mumma, why is everyone’s blood red?
Me: because God made it that way (not getting into hemes and haemoglobin just yet)
Her: But, I want my blood to be a different color. I want it to be pink and blue as those are my favorite colors.
Her: Do we still miss people even though they are not dead but because they are in India?
Me: Yes, we do. But we don’t keep talking about dying. (She talks about it a lot, may be because the concept is still strange to her)
Her: (matter of fact look) But everyone has to die some day. We will all die one day.
Me: Yes, we all will.
Her: Can I hold this bottle for you? It is my way of saying that I love you.
Her: We made a lot of things in school today. A friend made a card that she thought wasn’t so beautiful. But I told her that it was very beautiful because I wanted to fill her heart. ❤
Her: Mumma, guess what!
Her: I now know that my kisses don’t heal the pimples on your face. They still stay and hurt.
Me: But your kisses still make me feel better 🙂