While Zach and I were getting ready for his nap today and praying for Clocker Baby (that is what Zach named his new cousin a long time ago- it will be hard to call him/her something else), Zach randomly asked me, "Will I die sometime?" I have no idea where that question came from, because we don't really talk about death very often. I told him that he would, but probably not until he is very old. He said, "I don't want to die, though." I tried to assure him that dying isn't a bad thing. Then he started telling me that after you die you come back and have more and more birthdays. It was all a very interesting conversation to have. I kind of tried to change the subject because I wasn't sure I was handling it right. Oh well.
Zach said he's excited for preschool tomorrow. Tomorrow is the first day that I am not supposed to go in- I'm just supposed to drop him off in the drop-off line and his teachers will meet him at the car. I hope that goes well.