A weeks ago, the Son and dad had a discussion about old age and death. I thought he was too small to have this conversation but his dad went ahead and told him that people die after they are too old.
A few days after this S comes to me as asks:
S: Will you die before me?
Me: :trying to be evasive: Why do you ask? Don’t worry about it.
S: You are older. So you would die before me.
S: What happens after we die?
Me: trying to be cheerful: Well, you are reborn again as a brand new baby.
S thinks for some time and I am sure that he will cry or get sad about his mommy dying before him.
S: whispering: Can you please tell Ganpatibappa not to make me into a baby girl after I die?
Me: What? Why? Why are you thinking about that?
S: Please can you tell him that? (still whispering)
I then turn my head up in the general direction where Ganpatibaappa is supposed to be and say: Please Ganpati, don’t make Shantanu a baby girl in his next life.
Me: Why don’t you want to be a baby girl in your next life?
S: I don’t want to be a girl because girls have babies and the doctor has to cut open the tummy to get the baby out. I don’t want my tummy cut. It would hurt a lot!
And here I was worried about him being sad thinking about his mommy dying !