“Daddy, are you an artist.”
Yes I am, Moony.
“That's so cool.”
Ha! I used to think so too, kiddo, once upon a time.
Moony
“Daddeee, what's that sound you made?”
Me? (Feeling exposed) Oh, haha, nothing, habibi, just talking to myself.
“That was a funny sound you made, daddy,” he says laughing, which makes me laugh too, deliriously.
“Are you really tired, daddy?”
Hahaha, yes I am, son, you could say that, yes.
It's not that bad. Surviving on 3-hours sleep each night for most of this past week has paid off; Latest TSG is up, newsletter drafted and sent (edition #209: Power of the Package), kickstarter updated, and roundtrip flight to New York booked. And today, I finally managed to step away from work and take the kid out to the coffee shop around the corner for a much-needed treat (for both of us!). We also got to lay on the floor and do some coloring together, and also put together a little chia-planting kit. All in all, a delightful day.
“Why are you so tired, daddy?”
Well, Mr. Moony, I was working all day today, and the work is still not finished, and I have so much more work to do still.
“Are you gonna work while I sleep?”
Probably.
“Why do old people die, daddy?”
Well... because they've been alive for so long, their body's been working so long, and after so many years of their body working, everything gets real tired; their heart gets tired, their chest gets tired, their tummies get tired, their legs get tired, and their eyes get tired, and their heads too. Everything gets so tired to the point where it's ready to say, All done, bye now.
Laughter, and then: “Are we gonna die soon?”, asked with a smile and a trail of laughter still.
Hopefully not you, Moony, because you're still very young.
“But you're gonna die soon.” The voice of conclusion, not a question.
Sooner than most, I think, but hopefully not too soon.
He then nodded in silence and after a beat or two changed the subject before drifting off to sleep.