The other night, I was trying to put my youngest two children to bed at my sister's house. They were up and down, and I had been upstairs several times to get them to stop and just lay down.
On one trip up to talk to them, I told them they needed to stop playing and just go to bed. Then North and I had the following conversation (or something similar).
North: Can we talk?
Me: No.
North: But what if we think the other one is dead?
Me: Don't worry neither of you will be dead?
North: But what if we are?
Me: North, you won't be, so please just go to sleep.
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