Reilly, Kate and I were having a discussion about birthdays this morning.
R: Mom, are you all done having birthdays?
M: No, birthdays happen every year.
K: All the time?
M: Yes, all the time.
R: So…. when you don’t have birthdays anymore you will be dead?
Hunh… I guess that’s true – in a morbid way – yet that’s how a child can understand it.