46. My five-year-old was eating some chocolate, and I told him not to get any on the floor because Sadie, my family’s dog, would eat it.
Him: Then she’ll die?
Him: Mommy I thought you don’t like Sadie.
Me: Well yeah, I don’t.
Him: And you don’t want her to die???
Me: Well… you can dislike someone, but that doesn’t mean you hate them enough that you want them to die.
Him: Oh. So it’s okay if you don’t like someone… you don’t have to kill them or anything, right?
Me: … Right.
Him: Oh. Okay. Thanks Mommy.
Had he just been going around expecting to kill people he doesn’t like all that time? I’ll never know.