That's such a nice place

For some reason, the death of the lead saxophonist for the E Street band is a big conversation topic around here. Right before bed, Cooper and I had a deep discussion about it.

Cooper: The guy that played the saxophone died?
Me: Yeah, he died.
Cooper: What's he doing now?
Me: He's not doing anything. He's dead. Once you are dead, you don't do anything.
Cooper: Oh. People die. That guy died. That's very sad.
Me: Yes, but, people are saying nice things about him, so that makes it a little better.
Cooper: He's dead. So where did he go?
Me: Uhhh... well... when people die, usually they get buried deep under some dirt.
Cooper: Oh! That's such a nice place to be when you're dead!

A transcription

Matt is currently out biking with his friends. Cooper is in his room, fighting naptime, talking on his toy phone. I am on the other side of the door... right now. This is an actual transcription.

"Oh, you're there? I hear you. So you're going to be home after naptime. Good for you! I want to take a nap and after that you are gonna be here, OK Daddy? I'm gonna buy stuff for you with all these numbers and you hear that? You're gonna be home after naptime. OK sound good like a plan? Bye." (phone snaps shut)

"Oh hi. Yeah you're gonna be home after naptime. I have my naptime stickers and I'm gonna sleep with my new pillow. Are you biking with Ian? Ian is my friend too. He's very nice. After naptime you're gonna be home and play with me. Are you there? I hear you. OK bye." (phone snaps shut)

"Are you there? No? OK I'll see you later." (phone snaps shut)

"Hi Daddy. I'm gonna take a nap and then you need to be home after naptime so we can go play outside. Bye I taking a nap now." (phone snaps shut)

The end.