“Do we all have to die?” my six-year-old asked me as I was putting her pyjamas on last night.
Taken aback, I had to think fast and finally replied: “People usually die when they’re old. At the end of their lives, when they can’t do much anymore.”
“Well, I don’t want to die”, she said with determination. “I will start drinking lots of pepsi and coke when I am a teenager. Diet ones too.”
“What? Why?” I was confused by her sudden announcement.
“You told my sisters that they won’t grow if they keep drinking the stuff. I don’t want to grow old and die. I will just drink lots of it to stay small.”
You could have knocked me down with a feather…
If only things were so simple. If only…