I’ve said a lot of stupid things in my life, but I’m pretty sure this ranks up near the top.
We’re all dealing with a lot in the aftermath of Paul’s accident. Recently I was thinking that I’m sure our girls are having their own thoughts on all of this as well. We haven’t talked directly to them much about it, but they hear our conversations, and honestly, they don’t miss much. They are very perceptive.
So, last night, before Natalie went to bed, I talked to her a bit, and just wanted to reassure her that she could talk to us if she got worried or scared or anything. Here’s how part of the conversation went:
Me: So, Natalie, you know how there was an airplane that crashed?
Me: And the pilot died…
Natalie: He DIED?!?!
Um, yeah. Not one of my better moments.
Thankfully, she didn’t seem too upset, and we had a nice long talk about how the pilot is with Jesus, and about heaven, and how God keeps us all safe every day, even Daddy when he flies, etc. So it all came out okay, as far as I can tell. But I think that should go on record as one of the worst things to say to your 5-year-old right before bedtime. Oops.