Child vs. Adult

Six-year-old Christopher helped me tremendously one afternoon when we were watching a friend's two-year-old son. Christopher cared for this little boy so gently and patiently, playing with him, holding his hand on the steps, and unbuckling his seat belt, among other things.

Later, I told Christopher I was really proud of him. "You'll make a wonderful father someday!" I assured him.

"I'd rather just be the son," he replied.

"Why is that?" I inquired.

He explained, "Well, I just want to play, and I want to see you a lot."

"Oh, honey," I promised, "you can always see Mommy whenever you want."

"Not when you die," he concluded.