When Will I Die?

Sometimes the sensitivity of my brother is outstanding. Well, you'd think so being the father of five cute little girls he'd at least try. The other night while his four year old, who just spent four days partying at Grandma's house, was leaning against his arm and playing with the new baby.

"Look at her little toes!"

"Mmmm hmmm" he replies.

"And her little hands! He finguhs are so tiny!"

"Yeeeeah, they are!"

"Daddy, is she going to die?"

Ben doesn't miss a beat. "Yes, but not til she's 95."

Sadie, who can't count past ten, starts looking heartbroken, so he tries to fix it. "But don't worry, by then you'll be dead, too."

She didn't stop crying for twenty minutes, and will continue therapy probably until she's twenty five.