When you die...

"Do you think you'll get born again after you die?" B asks me. This constitutes a vast improvement over his previous questions regarding my death, which was, in his estimation, never going to happen. Part of the problem was that he wasn't going for the heaven thing or the ghost thing or the 'I'll be in your thoughts and in your heart' thing. Faith is a fickle thing sometimes. "Yeah, I think I might come around again for another go," I tell him. He nods. "Okay. Because I probably won't get to meet you until you're about 6 years old so don't get scared, okay?"