My 3 year olds obviously have not quite grasped what one means by dead. In the world they have seen so far, phones die…laptops do…flashlights do. Cockroaches have not been a regular feature in their lives (thankfully) so dead ones are a novelty. We had an ugly roach in the bathroom yesterday and my rather inhumane response to it was to squash it with a slipper and then wash it towards the drain. A minute later as lady macbeth was washing her hands, Sid came to me and said, “i want to see it”. “The cockroach?” I asked. Go ahead…it’s by the drain”. He looked a little worried. “Don’t worry”, I said, “It’s dead”. He still hesitated. “What’s up? I asked “You want to go in you can”.
“What if it comes on again???” was the paranoid response.