I had the pleasure of sitting next to a friend’s 4 year-old during a large group gathering this weekend. The little guy was talking about how old he was and told all of us, “I wasn’t alive when my sister was first alive.”
I couldn’t help myself and to his parents’ surprise I asked him, “What was it like to *not* be alive”? And he unhesitatingly relied, “It was just fine.”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. I smiled.