Responding to a comment Abby made about dying, I initiated a discussion about death at the dinner table. As a sort of pre-assessment to determine where the girls stood on the subject, I asked, “Abby, what happens to you when you die?”
She looked up from her plate, put her hand to her right ear, and calmly stated, “My ear gets fixed.”
My mouth opened to provide additional insight, but I couldn’t think of anything. I learn a lot from Jane and Abby every day.