Me, in an idiotic random aside as I'm getting dressed: I think I'm getting too fat for these pants.
Her, matter-of-factly: Yes, you're almost dead.
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A couple of weeks ago, I flew interstate for my grandmother's funeral.
Her, screaming: I want to come, I want to come.
Me: Not this time.
Her, stamping her foot: It's not fair. I've never seen a dead body and you get to see another one!
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Her: When you go to heaven, Mum, you can see your grandma and your mum. When I go to heaven, I'm going to see Lucy [a dog].
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St Jerome had a skull on his desk to remind him of his mortality. I have a four-year-old.
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