My son is 6.
Tonight he asked me A BIG question.
It was bedtime. We had just finished saying prayers when he asked, “Why does life exist? Why is all this happening?”
I asked him, “What else could be happening?”
He said, “Nothing. There could be nothing.”
I said, “Well, aren’t you happy there is something instead of nothing? I mean, here we are, and I’m happy to be here talking to you right now. Are you happy?”
He said, “Yeah, life is fun. I like it. I’m glad it’s here. But when you get old, it doesn’t look like it’s as much fun. When you’re old you just think about dying a lot more, right?”
I said, “Sure, I think about it more than I used to. But the important thing to remember is… someday we will all die, me and you and everyone else we know, all that matters is we do something good with the time we have right now.”
He said, “Like laughing right?”
I said, “Yes”
He said, “Poopy Butt!” and squealed in laughter.
I said, “Good Night, I Love You.”