So Ri says to me, point blank, this afternoon (while she's helping me fold the laundry- funny in and of itself):
"Mom. When I get to be 58 will I die?"
I didn't understand her the first time she said it- or maybe I subconsciously didn't want to understand her.
So- I said "Huh?" back to her, and kept on folding and folding.
"When I get to be 58 will I die?"
I seriously could not believe my sweet neverhasanattitude daughter would be thinking of her own mortality.
My response: "Let's hope you make it to at least 100."
She says: "Oh- ok."
And that was that.
Another day in the Life of Riley.
Until next time...
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