The following is a poor approximation of two intriguing conversations my four year old initiated with me today... Ella, on her way out the door to the backyard, looks up at me and asks, " When you die, do you still have your skin, even though you are gone?"
“Yes. You still have your skin.”
“But, you aren't there anymore, cause you are dead? What happens to you?”
“Your organs stop working.”
“Does your skin stop working?”
“Yes."
"Then, what? Does it go away?"
"Yes, then it goes away, too.”
“Oh,” and she closes the screen door and turns around to play outside.
Several hours later, we finished brushing her teeth, and Ella asks me “Is there an end number? Do numbers just keep on going?”
“Yes. They just keep on going.”
“They don't stop. They just keep on going and going.”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
“That's the cool thing about numbers, no matter how high you go, you can add more. How did you know this? Have you and your dad been talking about it?”
“No. I was just thinking about it,” she replies while doing a circular motion with her finger next to her head as if she's indicating the wheels turning inside.
