Rooby, at breakfast, apropos of nothing: Mom, would you miss me if I died?
Me: Yes, I would, very much.
Rooby: But it’s ok if people die.
Me: Yes, well, everybody dies eventually. It’s part of being alive. It’s also ok to be sad when people die because you miss them.
Rooby: Do bugs die?
Me: Yes, bugs die too.
Rooby: But not toys.
Me: That’s right, toys don’t die. Though sometimes their batteries die.
Rooby: I remember when the batteries in Zoe’s toy reindeer died. For its nose.
Me: But the toy itself doesn’t die.
Rooby: Right! Stuffies don’t die!