Who will look after me when you die mummy?

Last night I picked up JJ from childcare and he had a lovely concoction of a pipe cleaner and swirly ribbons all tied around a pony tail in his hair. He looked very cute (photo is below). He thought I’d be cross that he still had this hair do but I wasn’t. I was told by childcare this morning that they’d tried to take it out but he wouldn’t let them which is probably where he got the mummy might be cross idea. Apparently he topped off his hair do with dress-ups of a red tutu and high heel shoes. Mmmm.

We went for a swim in my sister’s pool after work (still with the hair do in place) and then went home to have dinner. While he was eating his dinner he suddenly asked me what would happen to him when I die. Not if I die, when I die. I told him I don’t plan on popping my clogs any time soon and that my mum and dad are still around and look how old I am, so I should be around for some time yet. He was sitting at the dinner table getting quite upset that there would be nobody to look after him when I go.

I told him that I’d taken care of that. If, god forbid, something does happen to me that he would go to my sister and she would look after him. He said he wanted to go to Joshua’s (a friend round the corner whose mum does family day care that I pay for). He still didn’t quite get that he would not be left alone if something does happen to me. I think he’s got visions of being stuck in the house by himself with no adult around and that’s not a good thing for him at the moment.

He soon got over my impending death and got ready for bed. I had to draw the Little Red Riding Hood story on the Megasketcher while telling him the story. I told him that I can only do stick figures but he’s happy with that so I drew Little Red Riding Hood as I told the story with some help from him.

He went to bed quite content, still with hair do in place. I managed to take it all out this morning before he went to childcare.