A few weeks past, DS, 6, had a rough morning of temper tantrums and afterwards was exhausted, and in his exhaustion demanded to know "how much more of life?" I said only God knows. He said "how many more minutes do you think I'll be alive?" Then, "how many more seconds?" And then "years?" So I finally just said "77." DS responded: "Do you think so?" And I said "oh, I don't know, only God knows, it could be 77, or 47 or 27 but only God knows." (Oh, how that hurt to say it all so matter-of-factly and nonchalantly!!) But boy did he make me smile when he said "or maybe 97 or 107!!!"