The innocence of children

Amusing incident at home this morning. My oldest daughter, Murron, age 7, saw an item on the news about a child who had died (nothing funny there, obviously). She asked me if the little girl would have a funeral, to which I replied “yes”. We both made sad faces at each other, and then, as if to cheer us both up, Philippa (my 3 year old) piped up with this gem…

“Don’t worry, Daddy. If you die, we’ll get a new Daddy who’s just like you.”

Ah, the innocence and plain-speaking logic of childhood. Suffice it to say, I feel much better now.