Daughter emerged from her bedroom at 10pm the other night, sobbing.
Us: What on earth is wrong?
Daughter: When I'm in 4th grade, my brother will be in a different schoooooool!
The next day, she and I discussed her worries in more detail. She doesn't really understand what comes after twelfth grade (we hope), as evidenced by this exchange:
Daughter: So, when I'm in Middle School he will be too?
Me: Yes. And then he'll go to High School.
Daughter: Without me?!
Me: You'll go there and he will still be there.
Daughter: Oh, so when I'm in 9th grade, he'll be in... 11th?
Daughter: And when I'm in 10th grade, he'll be in ... How high does it go?
Me: Twelve. 12th grade.
So, when I'M in 12th grade, he'll be dead?
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