"Mom, when we die, do we come back as something else?" Aidan asked.
"Some people and some religions believe that, Aidan. They call it reincarnation," I answered.
"What do you think?" he pressed on.
"Hmmm, I don't really know what happens when we die. It would be neat to come back as something else but I don't think that happens," I explained.
"Well, when I die, I want to come back as Papa Smurf," he said leaving me wondering why I ever take their questions seriously.
"Yeah," mused Lily. "And I want to come back as Baby Smurf!"
"Well, I want to come back as a cat," said Madeline. "Would you want to come back as a rabbit, Mom?"
"Um, no. I would not choose to be a prey animal," I answered. (Or anything blue and imaginary for that matter.)
"What's a prey animal?" Madeline asked.
"UUUUUHG, you don't even know what a prey animal is?" Mr. Know-it-all sneered.
"Ok, Aidan, what's a prey animal," I asked.
"Uuuuuum, I don't know," he said sheepishly.
"Is it one that prays?" Lily asked.
"They need to," I said. "But, no, a prey animal is an animal that gets hunted by other animals. So take a rabbit for example. It is prey to a fox because the fox will kill it and eat it for food," I explained. "The fox is the predator and the rabbit is the prey."
"You know, maybe I would want to be Handy Smurf instead because then I could make a lot of cool stuff," Aidan said.
Again, why do I bother?
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