Renzo has learned the word "die" somehow somewhere and has been using it on many occasions during the past few months. I remember the first time I heard about, and tried to understand this word, I was already 6-7 years old. I cried badly together with my sister at one night in our bedroom, and woke up our father to question him what happens after we die one day. After our father reassured us that everything will be fine, we went to bed with a giant question mark in head and till many years later, we were still in doubt about the real meaning of the word "die" and its impact to our life.
But somehow our 3 years old little boy seems to find the word pretty interesting although we have no knowledge about how much he really understands it.
When he saw a bottle dropped into a pail full of water, he said, "The bottle die already, how?" (excuse his grammatical error here please).
When he saw a dead pigeon on the roadside, he asked me, "Why did the pigeon die mummy?"..
Well this kid is just so adorable at time, of course annoying at the same time but I shall save the annoying story for my next post...
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