I read that because I do not have 6 female friends outside the home that I contact on a regular basis I will die at an early age. I shared this with my niece (one of the four females I count as friends), and she told me if that was the case, she will be dying young as well, except that this news doesn't make her want to reach out more to females for friendship but rather makes her get "cozy with the fact that I'll die in my 70s." She doesn't have kids yet. As for me, I've been racking my brain trying to manufacture females that I know that I can remotely construe as regularly contacted friends.
On an aside observation, I have noticed that people who say they "don't read" (not because of illiteracy but by choice) tend to be optimistic. Hmmm. I wonder if there has been a study done on that.
Speaking of death, my 4-year-old has been asking a lot of questions about this. Frankly, I was thinking this was something that would come along later down the road when his goldfish or something died. I first attributed it to my horse dying, but I didn't think it would impact him THAT much. After all, my horse has been up at my mom's since Vaughn's been alive. I did break the news to Vaughn, thinking since he has absolutely no concept of what the meaning of death is, this would be a fairly easy and passing thing.
However, then he started asking questions like, "Mommy, are you going to die?" (No. This was not after him having a time-out, although I did initially wonder about the motivation behind the query.) I stupidly initially answered this question with "Honey, everybody dies" (with the same emotion as "everybody poops"). To which he replied, "But then I won't have a mommy!" (Oh, boy.) "Sweetie, you will grow up, become a daddy, and then a grandpa and then a great-grandpa and you will have grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Then I will die." This seemed to satisfy him; although, given the above information, I'll be lucky if I make it to him being a daddy.
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