Last night as I was getting the little people to bed, Mini-Husband started asking some rather in depth questions about families, life, and death. Super mom that I am, I dealt with all of the questions with aplomb. Feeling ever so smug with myself and the narrow margin between bedtime discussions and philosophy/religion avoided, I kissed the beautiful boy goodnight.
"Mom, where would we go live if you and Dad were to die right now?"
Dang. Didn't quite escape as cleanly as I had hoped!
"Well, you would probably go and live with your aunts and cousins in the Unites States. Wouldn't that be fun having all those other kids around you?"
Mini-Husband thought about that for a second and then added, "But we could always go and live with Grandma and Granddad in England too, you know."
"Yes," I said, "but I think dealing with the three of you might be a bit much for Grandma and Granddad at this point."
Mini-Husband pondered this again for a second. He looked at me with those fabulous brown eyes, smiled and said, "Yeah, The Princess really can be such a piece of work!"