A conversation...
Jul. 8th, 2006 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ann_leckie...I just had with Paidhi Boy. He was sitting on my lap, having just read to me.
"Mom," he says, "is there a fart of death?"
"What?!"
"Is there a fart of death?"
I kid you not. "What is a fart of death?" I ask him. "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean, like a touch of death. Is there a real touch of death?" When asked to explain, he tells me that "when you touch somebody old and sick and they die, that's a touch of death."
No, there's no touch of death, I tell him. Is a fart of death (and here I'm trying very hard not to laugh) when you fart at someone and they die?
"No!" he says, indignation in his voice. "A fart of death is when someone farts, and then they die!" And a few moments later, "Why are you laughing hard?"
"Mom," he says, "is there a fart of death?"
"What?!"
"Is there a fart of death?"
I kid you not. "What is a fart of death?" I ask him. "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean, like a touch of death. Is there a real touch of death?" When asked to explain, he tells me that "when you touch somebody old and sick and they die, that's a touch of death."
No, there's no touch of death, I tell him. Is a fart of death (and here I'm trying very hard not to laugh) when you fart at someone and they die?
"No!" he says, indignation in his voice. "A fart of death is when someone farts, and then they die!" And a few moments later, "Why are you laughing hard?"