Hud came downstairs last night awhile after I put him to bed with the saddest look on his face. He said, "Mom, can I just sleep on the couch down here for awhile? I'm thinking about something I don't want to think about, and I can't make it go away."
I asked him what it was, and he whispered in my ear, "dying."
My poor little guy!! He didn't want to talk about it all. I couldn't even say the word to him. So he snuggled into my bed upstairs and fell asleep watching TV with me.
Hud is filled with such existential angst and really thinks about and is concerned about dying a lot!
What do you do with a kid like this??
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