Mini-Me began to BAWL on the way home this evening.
“What’s the matter Darling?”
“I have vewy bad nooooos Mammy”
“Oh no? What happened?”
“Michael Jackson has DIED!”
(WAAAAAAILS for at least 2 minutes, thankfully so grief-stricken that she doesn’t realise I am in fits of laughter in the front seat. In fairness, with my shoulders dancing as they are, she possibly thinks I am sharing in her devestation.)
What should I say? How do I deal with her grief? When did she begin caring about Michael Jackson?
What does a sensitive, open and emotionally supportive Mammy say to their child in such a situation?
“Cheesy pasta for tea?”
“Oooooh yes please!”