tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919858889505423494.post6068720363503669959..comments2024-03-06T02:27:43.423-06:00Comments on My Little Life: Life and death...but mostly, death.Mama M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675065017958191800noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919858889505423494.post-51156130133423775722013-05-31T18:30:34.572-05:002013-05-31T18:30:34.572-05:00Wow...amazing how well she took that! I was tryin...Wow...amazing how well she took that! I was trying to think how to explain it. Beautiful picture!Aletahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05605214202876973830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919858889505423494.post-75038631614596070772013-05-29T19:08:17.850-05:002013-05-29T19:08:17.850-05:00Ha! I wouldn't have expected that response eit...Ha! I wouldn't have expected that response either. Too funny.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06251860539960012315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919858889505423494.post-65885646230179403302013-05-29T18:44:10.602-05:002013-05-29T18:44:10.602-05:00My daughter is like that too! Just when I think sh...My daughter is like that too! Just when I think she's going to take something hard she just shrugs her shoulders and walks away. The other day we were at the pet store and she ooh'd and aah'd over the tiny mice then walked up to one of the employees and asked them if they would feed one of the those mice (which she just declared were the cutest things ever) to the snake so she could watch it eat it! Gross!RaDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05470940477741344533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919858889505423494.post-86065140850337747642013-05-29T13:38:30.383-05:002013-05-29T13:38:30.383-05:00Love the innocence of little ones! Always so matte...Love the innocence of little ones! Always so matter of a fact.Erin Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12402215557004877989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919858889505423494.post-52616097481482600352013-05-29T13:19:42.118-05:002013-05-29T13:19:42.118-05:00My dad tells the story about how he put is cherubs...My dad tells the story about how he put is cherubs (me and my sister ages 4 and 2) to bed early and they went out to the barn to butcher the rabbits. At the most gruesome moment, he hears a little sound behind him and he turns to see us staring at them with huge eyes. He kneels down and goes into a long discussion about the circle of life, farm animals vs pets, and so on. He asks us if we have any questions for him, and one of us (I'm thinking me as I'm the oldest) said, "Can I touch it's eyeball?" YIKES! (no, i'm not a pyscho or anything - just more used to farm life than he realized! ;-)Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02478203791767508032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919858889505423494.post-86978436586662179012013-05-29T09:39:20.913-05:002013-05-29T09:39:20.913-05:00I was getting ready to read how you explained deat...I was getting ready to read how you explained death to her, but she didn't need it, LOL...poor bird though. <br /><br />I had to unexpectedly tell son about death after watching Barnyard the movie. The father died (did not realize that) and I explained that he is with God now and safe in heaven. He repeated it a bunch of times and every so often. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com