For the past few days, the whole family has been in Atlanta for GenXDaddy’s Sister’s Engagement Party. (Yes, I was charming and well-spoken at the party – but that’s a different story!) Since we brought the kids with us, we knew that Justin would need a playdate with someone his own age. Luckily, GWE’s friends (Peter and Jessica) have a little boy just a few months younger than Justin and a little girl who is a few years younger.
On the way to their house, we passed a cemetery. And, as we drove by, GWE and I noticed an actual coffin that was placed on two 4x4s ABOVE the grave site. I was really hoping that Justin had not seen what we had seen. I wasn’t prepared to discuss “death” with him yet. Why do we die? What happens when we die? Where do we go? Do we go anywhere? What happens to our bodies? Etc.
I began to mentally work through my “Age 5” appropriate answers on this topic, when all of a sudden Justin pointed at the coffin and screamed out, “DADDY, DADDY!!! LOOK!! A TREASURE CHEST!!!!!!!”
GWE and I looked at each other and then I said, “That’s right buddy! It’s a treasure chest.” Justin then thought for a second and then asked, “Can we open it?”
In unison, GWE and I responded “NOOOOOOOOO!!!”
(As a side note – I typically use my own photos for this blog. However, I discovered this photo of a Doctor Who themed TARDIS coffin and felt compelled to use it. I have no intention of dying – ever…but, should I be killed while rescuing Bunnies from a burning Playboy Mansion – it is my wish to be buried in this! I would prefer for my family and friends to think of me “having adventures while traveling through time and space in a TARDIS” instead of being six feet under and getting pooped out by worms.)
