Safe ground quickly turns quicksand…Papa entertaining guests, Daddy sings at bedtime, “…and two eyes made out of coal…”
C (interrupting): Daddy, what are my eyes made of?
D: Um, your eyes are made of the prettiest blue-y blue I’ve ever seen.
C: How do they stay there, though? How does my body keep them?
D (um, can we get back to Frosty?): They are connected to your body, Cory.
C: Until I die?
D (uh oh): Yes, for your whole life.
C: I don’t want to die, Daddy. When I am going to die?
D (okay, left field..Sandy Hook news snippet…what?): Not for a long, long day, Cory.
F: Daddy, where is heaven?
D (you too?): Oh, heaven is a nice place. But, it’s Christmas here right now, and Frosty…
F: Am I going to go to heaven when I die?
D: (where’d this come from…cousin who passed away at 12…what?): Why, yes, of course, heaven is such a nice place. Now, remember…
C: You don’t come back from heaven, Fisher.
F: Daddy, I don’t want to go to heaven. I want to stay here with you.
D (squeezing both): I want…
C (‘rupting again): Daddy, why she say she going to die young? Am I going to die young?
D (huh?): Who is she?
C (faux exasperation): She on the radio. That girl, she say we’re going to die young.
Pause…ah hah!…not Sandy Hook…not cousin untimely taken…just Ke$ha…
D: Oh! Sorry, Cory. She’s just saying to make sure that you tell everyone you love them, just-in-casers, you know, so that everyone knows, just-in-casers. Very important to remind people that you love them. I’ll go first. Fisher, I am so happy you are my son…
Sappy circle of “I love you’s” ensues, sans reflections on mortality. Keeping the radio trained to carols for remainder of season…