At a traffic light a couple of months ago, walking home, I asked Nat about the Terry Fox Run at school:
Me: Did you run today?
Me: One lap or two?
Me: How was it?
Nat: Very good. Exercise.
Me: Who was Terry Fox?
Nat: He was a very brave man. About bears.
Me: About bears.
Nat: Yes. And about terrible, giant trolls. Let’s go!
Nat: I can’t wait until I’m 1000!
Nat: Because then I can grow another inch!
Nat: Mommy, it’s going to be your turn to die soon.
Me: I hope not.
Nat: When it’s your turn to die, run away!
Me: If I run away, will it come after me?
Sam: Be quiet, the two of you! I hate this conversation! I’m sick of hearing this conversation!
Sam: Mommy, can I buy two puppies with my 80 cents?
Nat (tauntingly): Boys are better than girls, ni-ni-ni-boo-boo.
Me: That’s not true. I’m a girl, and boys aren’t better than me.
Nat: No, Mom. Actually you’re an adult. Adults are the best.
Nat: Once, a policeman shot me for no reason and made me dead.
Me: What were you doing?
Nat: Nothing. He just shot me.
Sam: I don’t believe him.
Nat: And then, I had to have an operation to make me alive again.
Sam: I don’t believe him. I don’t believe him!
Nat: Yeah. Really.
Ben to me: Do you think maybe you’re bipolar?