Picture the family eating dinner calmly together. Mum and Dad talking about something inconsequential.
DS bursts into heart rending sobs.
All turn to look at him in surprise.
Me: What's the matter sweetheart?
DH: What's up mate?
DS between sobs: I love you Mummy! Don't die! I don't want you to die! I love you!
Me taken aback to say the least: Um... I wasn't planning on dying just yet darling.
Later I tried to find out where that came from. I'm still not sure but I think I'm going to have to watch what I say in terms of my death.
Death is something my family aren't afraid to talk about - in fact we have a very pragmatic approach to it and sometimes even joke about it - but I think DS might be starting to understand what it actually means.