Z: My daddy's name is Jason, too.
C: Really? Where is he?
Z: He's dead.
C: Silence
Z: He went to prison.
C: What did he do?
Mom: Freaking out! What do I say? How do I change the subject? Charlie Bear, sometimes we don't know why things happen.
Z: Long pause. Probably for fighting with my mom.
C: Oh...
At this point I threw in some nonsense about that's why we tell children not to fight, blah, blah, blah... I definitely need to figure out how to handle these probing, difficult conversations...
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This afternoon at school...
C: Mom, the question of the day today is "are you the oldest in your family?" And I said "No!" because while Z is here, I'm not!
Mom: Again, more nonsense from me, glowing with joy for my sweet boy, I'm sure it made little if any sense. And I thought I was a fairly good communicator!
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