That is Where We Plant People
My 4 yo has been learning about growing and life cycles in school. Today, as I was driving by the cemetary, she had this conversation with her 3 yo sister: "I just love this time of year when everything grows. Sis, see that? That is where we plant people and then grave stones grow with their names on it."
I almost drove off the road from the thrill of that observation. How then to respond to the younger who says, "Mummy, when I die will you plant me, too?"
Little brains working = good life.