All 5 of us are at a restaurant, with my parents. It's hard to follow the conversation of everyone with all the noise & all the different conversations.
The eldest daughter is sitting (far) across from me, and I hear her say something with the number '5.'
My son, 4 years old, hears the '5' and says "Zero is when you have nothing, & 5 is when you have something."
I reply, "Yes, on your birthday, you will have 5 years!"
He replies, "And when I am dead, I will be zero again, & have nothing."
*silence as I try to gather myself & act natural*
"Yes, I guess that's right" I say, even though I am mortified at the concept of his death & at the same time struck by how philosophical he is...
Hubby's comment: "No more Baby Nietzsche for him."
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