Pepe is back – hip hip hooray.
I fetch the kids from school yesterday and I explain to them that when they get home Pepe is back and they need to go easy on her, as she is still very sad, because her brother, Kennedy, died.
Pepe was very close to her brother and we had also met Kennedy a few times in the past.
Me – in a very transparent attempt to teach the kids a valuable lesson about how they should be appreciative of each other: “Imagine how sad Pepe is because her brother died? And how sad she must feel, hey?”
Georgia: “Poor Pepe, because her bwoder is dead. Pepe’s bwoder is dead.”
Me – hoping we can stop this mantra before we get home: “Yes Pepe is very sad.”
Connor: “Poor Pepe.”
Silence in the car as we sit with this solemn point for a bit.
Connor: “You know who is sadder than Pepe about her brother dying?”
Me – really nervous that this conversation is going in the wrong direction: “No, Connor who is sadder?”
Connor: “His mommy. I bet his mommy is sadder even than his wife and his sister. I think his mommy must be very sad because her son is dead.”
Me – trying to hold a clunk of mucus in my throat: “Mmmmhmmm … yes…”
Georgia: “Poor bwoder, he was such a good man.”
Yes, he was.