Goodbye, Mr. Binks.
Yesterday one of my Mom's bunnies, Mr. Binks, died after a long and happy bunny life. Xander was very attached to Mr. Binks, and he was devestated by his passing. Sometimes I forget what a tenuous grasp Xander has on abstract concepts, like death. Then we have a conversation like this:
"Mommy, I'm mad."
"Why are you mad?"
"Because Mr. Binks is going to Heaven."
"You're mad because Mr. Binks went to Heaven?"
"No, Mommy, he's GOING to Heaven. Right now he's still in Nana's basement."
"Mommy, I'm mad."
"Why are you mad?"
"Because Mr. Binks is going to Heaven."
"You're mad because Mr. Binks went to Heaven?"
"No, Mommy, he's GOING to Heaven. Right now he's still in Nana's basement."