Most of the time Sometimes, I am completely at a loss as to how the mind of a five-year-old child works. Today is no exception. Take, for example, the following exchange between me and IJ this afternoon:
I was sitting on the sofa, doing nothing, with my eyes closed, head resting on a cushion, enjoying a few minutes peace and quiet. IJ suddenly appeared, she'd been upstairs looking for Peppa Pig's spaceship.
She said, without a trace of concern or alarm in her voice, "Mummy, have you died?"
Now there's a question.
"No, I haven't died." I reassured her.
"Oh." She said, arranging her Peppa Pigs on the floor without a care in the world. "I thought you had."
Bizarre. Not the thought of exchange I thought I'd be having with my child.
Not the sort of exchange I thought I'd be having with anyone, in fact!
