A few days ago, one of the cute squirrels that lives in our yard got hit on the road. It always bums me out when this happens, because I like to watch our squirrels and rather enjoy having them around.
However, this was an opportunity to drive home a lesson to my son, who has, as of late, been running from our yard right out into the street without so much as a pause. People do not drive slowly in our neighborhood, and I was afraid it was just a matter of time before he got hit by a car.
So, my mom showed him the squirrel and told him that the squirrel didn't look both ways before crossing and now he was dead. I'm not entirely sure my son understands the concept of being dead yet, as he's only 4. But when I explained that the squirrel couldn't eat, play or sleep anymore, and that his squirrel mommy and daddy were very sad, he seemed to sort of get it.
Last night, as we were saying our bedtime prayers, he insisted on saying a prayer for the squirrel. It went like this: "Dear Jesus, please make sure the squirrel is in squirrel heaven and help his mommy and daddy not to be sad." Pretty profound for a 4 year old.......
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