Ethan Speaks

This morning it was kind of difficult figuring out what to say to Ethan when he asked why Daddy went to the hospital before he [Ethan] woke up.

Ethan: Where's Daddy?

Me: He went to the hospital.

Ethan: To see Grandpa?

Me: Yes.

Ethan: Can I go see him?

Me: I'm sorry, sweet boy. Grandpa passed away early early this morning. We can't go see him.

Ethan: WHAT HAPPENED?!

Me: He died, sweet guy, we can't go see him.

{{ after thinking for a couple of moments, he gets this look like something sad just dawned on him}}

Ethan: HE'S DOWN THE TOILET?!?!

Me: No, precious (holding back giggles), he's not down the toilet...we only do that to fish.

A week or so ago, we had a burial at sea (toilet) for our fish, Baxter. Last night Ethan was standing at the toilet yelling into it: "BAXTER! BAXTER! Come here, fishy fishy. Come on." So this morning, when talking about Grandpa, Baxter was fresh on Ethan's mind and so he assumed that we do the same thing with people as we do with fish.

My sweet little guy...he's got so much to learn - when the time is right.