Sitting in my Draft posts from years ago (April 2013).
Mere minutes ago, at bedtime (while it is still fresh in my mind…). I’m snuggled with Julianna (she’s 8).
J: Daddy, ghosts aren’t real, are they?
Me: No, Honey. Not real.
J: And, Heaven is a place in the sky that is dead.
J: And, ghosts come out of your body when you die.
Me: Uh… Huh? Well…
J: My friend Adam said so. He’s a vegetarian.
Me: A vegetarian?
J: Yeah. He says you should pour flour over them so you can see them better. He’s a vegetarian.
J: Yeah. But, ghosts aren’t real. Right?
Me: Um. No.
I’m not sure who’s going to need psychotherapy more: Me or Julianna. Or, Adam.
[Editor’s note… To my vegetarian friends: Personally, I am making absolutely no judgement here. Huzzah to you for your commitment. But, these are the (almost) verbatim quotes from an 8-year-old. Julianna may very well end up being a vegetarian herself. I really don’t care, as long as she gets enough protein (and not too much roughage). But, seriously… How do you pour flour over a ghost?]