i have absolutely NO idea where in the world he gets his imagination... none. no really, i couldn't come up with this stuff. ok fine, he's a genius like me.

on our way home from daycare today, iriebean promptly fell asleep, and cohen and i were having a little us time, talking about sheer randomness. or so i thought.


cohen: mommy, when are we gonna be dead?


what? wait, what? i may or may not have a had a mild heart attack. he's three. only three, and already we're talking about... seriously?


mommy: sweetie, you have another 100 years before you even have to think about that.

cohen: nu uh. cause i don't want to be dead but when will i be dead?

mommy: another hundred years baby.

cohen: but i don't want to.


ok, so where do i go from here. it's amazing how quickly your brain can freeze while you try to translate the harsh, bitter cold reality of life into something as sweet as rainbows and care bears. i stumbled.


mommy: um, i know baby, but everyone dies some day. but you'll be an old, old man.

cohen: well, chancellor and i killed the dirty room monster the other day.


again, struggling to find a way to talk to him lightly about this... but obviously my genius child knows what death and killing are, enough to correlate the two. should i be destroying my televisions?


mommy: well baby, what do you mean you killed the dirty room monster?

cohen: i mean we killed him. like i said.

mommy: but what does "kill" mean?

cohen: it means he's dead. you can find him in the dishwasher?

mommy: the dishwasher?

cohen: yeah, that's where we go when we die.

mommy: oooooooh, i see.


whew! relief. just as quickly as he made me break out in nervous hives, he turned back into a three year old. a genius three year old.

wonder how freaked out he'll be if i take him to lowe's tomorrow and we go check out the appliance section. it's basically the equivalent of a graveyard. or is that wrong of me to even think that?