And the Goldfish Will Die Too

Yesterday after school I was walking home with my kids and Little B was jabbering on about something (I hate to admit it but sometimes I do tune him out) when he points a man walking by and asks loudly
"Mommy will that man die?"
"Uh yes." I stammer, "everyone dies."
B shakes his head solemnly, "when you die you don't get up right?"
"Uh nope. " I begin to mumble something about heaven and wings when I realize I've lost him. He sits in the stroller lost in thought. "Mommy is that girl going to die?"
"Yup someday."
"Is that dog gonna die?"
"Yup"
"How about that tree?"
"Sure"
"And that bike?"
"No not the bike"
"And that lady?"
"Uh huh"
"And that kid?"
"mmm..."
"And what about that..."
"Boy" says a passing man as my little grim reaper points his bony finger in his general direction "that is one depressing kid."


Thats me boy!