Lately Anastasia has developed an understanding of death. Not in a goth, dress in all black, dye your hair eggplant and wear combat-boots kind of way, but rather with the typical enthusiasm of a 3 year old.
I have heard several sentences that start or end with "when you're dead" uttered in a cheerful voice.
In fact, her true colors are coming out. Last week she told me when she was a grown-up, she was going to take all of my makeup. I laughed and poitned out that when she's a grown-up, she can afford to buy her own, since I'll probably still be using mine.
"OK, then," she replied. "I'll have it when you're dead."
Better make sure the life insurance policy is up-to-date.