Last night at dinner, the oldest daughter's blessed the food by saying "Thank you for daddy's good day. Please let him have another good day tomorrow." The youngest drew a self portrait of herself with no hair. She calmly explained, "That's me when I'm 7. I'm sick so all my hair fell out." Once I explained that she won't necessarily ever get so sick her hair falls out she seemed disappointed, but she added hair to her drawing. She's also asked me when I'm going to get cancer. Those big, earnest eyes make me so sad. Who knows what's going through that three year old brain.