"What's the matter, pumpkin?" I ask.
"I sometimes think that Daddy will die, and you will die, and my big sister will die, and I'll be all alone." she says, rubbing her eyes while crawling into my lap.
I quickly give her a kiss and tell her we'll read a story to take her mind off such depressing thoughts.
I picked up Cinderella. Got about 2 pages in, when I realize the Mom kicks it.
Bambi? No go.
Her sister is reading Harry Potter, and pipes up that this will not be a good choice either.
Annie? Nope. Anne of Green Gables? Ballet Shoes? Pippi Longstocking? Orphans, every last one of them.
We settled on Seuss' Yertle The Turtle. A nice allegory of social injustice, to take her mind off the heavier things.