Some days ago we sat together in the kitchen when our 5 y.o. daughter JJ all over sudden asked me:
JJ: Papa, who is the oldest of us 3?
Winni: Me
silence....thinking...
JJ: So, you're gonna die first
Winni: probably. You will be alone with Mom then
long silence...thinking
...thinking...
JJ: Ah-that doesn't matter. We will find a new Papa.
after a short break
JJ: But a YOUNGER one then!!
Julia: NOOOOO...please!!!!
Julia and me looked at each other and burst out laughing.
So, what should make me think more? JJ's words or Julia's words???
Maybe none??
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