Mr. P is feeling philosophical a few days ahead of his birthday, "Sometimes I have the idea that my whole life is just a dream and when I die I'll wake up and be with all the other people."
Oh, I say, that's a very interesting idea. Will that be a nice waking up, do you think?
"No, because, if you must know, I rather like my life." ("If you must know" and a few other odd phrases, like "to my way of thinking" and "after my reckoning" and "by my way of telling", permeate his speech these days. I blame Tolkien audiobooks.)
This statement, though it is delivered somewhat mournfully, is a big relief to my heart. I smile huge and hug him tight and tell him I'm very happy to hear this.
He decides to further explain why he rather likes his life, "I don't think I could have such a nice comforter as I have now. It's really warm and I like it a lot."
And, then there's the downside of death to consider (although this doesn't fully compute for me with idea of "waking up"), "It's kind of hard to imagine," he says, "forgetting everything and not being able to see or hear or anything. Really, I don't want to die ever."
He had a very nice birthday, although when MarMar asked if it feels different, being 7, he said it kind of did and that it is the reason he climbed the retaining wall at the school event last night. One of those that follows a hill, so it starts off a few inches above the ground and ends up over my head. With a tiny little ledge for your feet (except that it's not for your feet, because you're not supposed to be up there) and a chainlink fence, which serves the competing purposes of constantly pushing you towards the edge and being a good thing to hang on to. I was not pleased when I found him. But he and MarMar both point out that although he could have fallen, he didn't.
The party is coming up. Still a pinata to finish and a cake to bake, but that's how it goes.