Dad has been talking to his life insurance consultant, and Little Blog’s big sister, Sunshine, is suddenly very interested. Dinner time is a minefield of tricky questions. How does it work? What does it cost? What happens when you die? What happens if someone else dies? And so on.

This is too much for Little Blog.

“It’s enough, guys!” she exclaims. “Why do we need to talk about death?”

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It’s crisis time. Little Blog’s big sister, Sunshine, found a wishbone in her chicken piece earlier today, and got to make a wish. To make matters worse, she broke the wishbone as part of her wish! Little Blog does not stop complaining about this terrible waste of a wish.
Even while she’s digging into a bag of potato chips, she does not stop.
And then she suddenly goes silent. News crews are alerted: Little Blog has come up with an idea.
After a deep, meaningful silence, she turns to Mom.
“Mommy, do I have to use a wishbone if I want to make a wish?”
Mom: “No, of course not, Little Blog.”
Little Blog: “Can I use a chip that’s folded over?”
Mom: “Sure, if you want to, Little Blog.”
Little Blog’s face lights up with one of her big, beautiful smiles.
Mom: “Why are you so happy about that, Little Blog?”
Little Blog: “Because look! I’ve got a bag full of wishing chips!”

Little Blog is having birth issues. She is very worried about her status in life before she arrived in the world.
It all began when she was questioning her big sister, Sunshine, about her past. Sunshine, she suspects, has been getting an unfair advantage. Her suspicions are confirmed when her sister mentions a holiday about six years ago when their Granny accompanied the family.
Little Blog turns to Mom in dismay.
“Where was I?”
Mom: “You weren’t even born.”
Little Blog: “But I must have been waiting somewhere.”
Mom: “Why, Little Blog?”
Little Blog: “Otherwise who would have been there to cuddle you?”
Mom: “Sunshine was there, of course.”
Little Blog: “But that’s not fair!”
Mom: “Why not?”
Little Blog: “Because before Sunshine was born I didn’t get a chance to cuddle you, but she got a chance to cuddle you before I was born.”
Mom: That’s just how it works if you aren’t there yet, Little Blog.”
Little Blog: “I don’t believe you.”
Mom: Why not?”
Little Blog: “Because I remember waiting to come down to you. So I was somewhere!”

Little Blog is staring into the mirror.

“Mommy, come look here!”

Mom comes running.

“What is it, Little Blog?”

“Look in my eye, Mommy!”

Mom can’t see anything amiss. “What’s wrong with your eye?” she asks, deeply concerned.

“There’s somebody in my eye!”

“Who is it, Little Blog?”

“It’s me!”

Little Blog has a worried frown on her face.

“What are you thinking about, Little Blog?” asks Dad.

“Daddy, these days I’m worried about getting older.”

“Why are you so worried about it, Little Blog?”

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