Let me set the scene for you.
It’s an average night in the Southern Fairytale household, Dinner is sandwiches around a casually set table and the TV is playing in the background. Yes I know that’s bad, but I’m tired, Nate’s tired and I just didn’t notice. It’s playing a movie by the name of Dante’s Peak.
I have never seen it so I ask Nate if it’s kid appropriate and he gives a tiny shrug and a half nod, ‘yes’.
I glance up at the TV and see two dead, burned bodies in a body of water. Before I can process this…
Princess: “They’re dead, they drowned”
Nathan: “Yes, honey they’re dead but they didn’t drown. They were burned by the heat from a volcano boiling the water, do you know what a volcano is?”
Princess gives Nathan a scathing look
Princess: “Volcanoes spew hot boiling lava”
I’m giggling on the other side of the table
Princess: “Why were they floating?”
Nathan: “When bodies are dead, they float”
I should interject here to tell you our Boxer died in May from heart failure. We buried him in our backyard
Princess: “Dad, we have water running over where Rocky (the boxer) is all the time and he never floats.
Princess turns away from him in disgust. I choke on my sandwich and Nathan just sits there dumbfounded.
Close Curtain on another glorious night in the Southern Fairytale household.