“Mom, did you know there are bones at the museum?”
“Yup, dinosaur bones right?”
“Yes, dinosaur bones. Where do bones come from mom?”
Because of her intimate encounters with death with friends and family I quickly determine the appropriate response to this loaded question.
“Well, do you remember when great grandma died and went up to heaven?”
“Well, her body didn’t go with her, and her bones stay here. So when the dinosaurs died, their bones were left here too.”
“Hmm… So will great grandmas bones be at the museum too?”
Insert pause here. How much further do I really want to take this conversation?
“No Elizabeth, we put great grandmas bones in a box and buried it.”
“So the scientists will go dig it up right?”
“No, we’re going to leave great grandmas bones alone. Do you want to watch your shows now?”
I’ve learned that technology really truly is the best babysitter/diversion. I consider myself the best 21st century mom out there.