Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The house at the end of the universe.
My middle child has been thinking again.
His obsession with death is back. He's really quite cheerful about it all. Today he informed me he reckoned his grandparents would be dead by the time he was old. Couldn't disagree with him. He told me that they'd probably go due to 'big heart attacks'. This info was accompanied by the sound affect his six year old brain reckons having a big heart attack sounds like - a sorta strangled squeak. He's probably right. About the noise. Not his beloved grandparents fate. Once he finished musing on the macabre he asked could we change the number of our house. I told him we couldn't. He asked why not? Told him our post wouldn't find us. He seemed disappointed. I asked him what number had he had in mind for our house. His answer? Infinity. I have to say, I quite like the idea of living at No. Infinity Blah Grove*, Lucan, Co. Dublin. He might be on to something. And I'm sure An Post would find us eventually. Eventually, eventually...
*sure I'm hardly going to post my actual address, now am I? We all know only nutters surf the web... and read my blog....)