Good grief! We were sitting at breakfast this morning when my soon to be four year old
little girl asked me, “Daddy, why do people dead?”
Being the parental interpreter that I am I quickly determined that she meant to say, “Why do people die?”
I stuttered and stammered my way through a theological/philosophical pile of verbal crap before I finally said, “Baby, daddy’s gonna have to get back to you on that one!”
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