Alexis asked me, not too long ago, "How long is Granna gonna live?"
I, of course, tried to make it seem as though she would be around for a long while still.
She then wanted to know, "Who will take care of her?"
I knew what she meant, but still asked, "When?"
"When she's a granny," she said and then giggled.
I said, "Well ... she takes pretty good care of herself, but if she needs help, we will - we'll take care of her," I tried to reassure her.
After thinking a bit, she said, "Where will she sleep?"
I had to think about this one a minute and said, "What do you mean?"
She looked at me like I was completely clueless and said, "When she moves in here ... where will she sleep?"
Oooooooh!
Always thinking - and always jumping the gun - that one.
On the upside ... Alexis is her Granna's biggest fan - I guess she'll get her bed.