She was home with me "recovering" from a little stomach bug. Nothing good was on TV and I only let her play her Kindle for so long. Out of boredom she did her spelling assignment on the computer using Spelling City. I figured it would keep her up to par and she wouldn't have a lot of make-up work to do. After that we perused Netflix for a movie. She loves the Tinker Bell movies and settled on "Tinker and the Neverbeast". Apparently this "beast" was testy, then friendly, then not so nice. The woodland fairy that befriended him in the beginning fell victim to his fury. I'm not sure she really "died" or what. I just know it was sad and she wasn't moving. And then something happened (I missed that part) and she was moving again.
This prompted Itty Bitty to ask me if dying was like sleeping. I said, a very deep sleep, I guess you could say. She said "Yea, that's what I was thinking.". I told her though, that the soul leaves the body. She said she knew that. (alrighty then). Then came the kicker. The stick in the spokes that brought me to a halt. She nonchalantly told me: "You don't have much time." What? What do you mean? (I knew where this was going). "You're old." she says. "You don't have much time left. You're almost 100."
Knock me over with a feather. I've had the "almost 100" conversation with her before, but not the "not much time" one. That was unexpected to say the least. Un-nerving.
That's it! No more deep conversations with this girl! Not any time soon, anyway.