My daughter has recently become very philosophical, ruminating on states of existence. She has asked such questions as:
“What happens to our bones when we die?”
“How did I get into your belly?”
“Will I still see you if I die?”
“Where did the first mommy come from?”
“If my heart is still beating, that means I am alive, right?”
At three years of age, she is now contemplating such epistemological issues as the meaning of life. I sometimes think her very smart, but then she does something to remind me how young she really is – like chew my pant leg.