It came from Younger Son, of course. We were riding the scenic chairlift over Cataract Gorge on the weekend. The conversation went like this:
"If you fell out of an aeroplane, would it be better to fall on land or water?"
"Well -- if you fall that far, it doesn't matter. You move so fast the water hasn't got time to get out of your way, and you just go splat!"
"Oh. What if the water was really deep?"
"Nope. Doesn't matter."
"Oh." Long pause. "If I died..."
"...I'd be really depressed. Please don't do that."
"Oh. If you died..."
"No, I'm trying to avoid that too. It's boring."
"Well, if you were going to die, would you want a quick death or a slow one?"
(Pause while I look at him in some horror.) "Uhh. I'll take the quick one, thanks."
"Me too. 'Cause if you died slowly, you'd have time to realise you were dying, and then you'd be sad."
Well. Fuck me. What else do you say to something like that? There are times when that little bugger scares me a little. What's he doing thinking about something like that at age six? And being so fearsomely rational about it? Yikes!
Dammit. Just thinking about that conversation makes me sad again!
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