For the past week we've been talking to Beatrice about death and fathers and feeling sad. She is pretty bright for her age and pretty aware of emotions (her own and our's.) Last night, she busted out with, "I sink (think) Grandpa Sil (Phil, Cory's father) died because a tiger attacked him." Awesome. That is way more bad ass than a heart attack.
I can't wait to hear what she comes up with for my father. Perhaps a face off with a honey badger?
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