One mother was sharing on the internet about how terrified her child was of death. Her post was quite serious; I refrained from commenting as I didn't want to make light of her problem. But it reminded me of a funny stage that Sean went through maybe 2 years ago. Brian had told him that the sun would explode in 5 billion years (or something like that, I forget).
So, two years ago...
Sean (in worried, whiny, almost crying voice): Mummy, Korkor says the sun will explode in 5 billion years.
Me: Oh, really?
Sean: Yes. I don't want to die mummy, I don't want the sun to explode. Can you make the sun not explode?
Me (trying to calm him): Oh, it's okay darling, in 5 billion years, we'll all be dead.
Sean (looking shocked): BUT I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!
Me: Oops. Oh, okay...uhm, uh...okay okay, you won't die, you won't die....the sun won't explode okay?
Then, two weeks ago...
Out of nowhere, he comes to my room and asks, "Mummy, will I go to hell when I die?"
Me (immediately thinking Brian must have put that idea into his head!): Why??? Why do you say that??? Of course you won't.
Sean: Because I've done a lot of bad things.
Me: Like what???
Sean: I cut the bedsheet. I broke the kaleidoscope. I knocked the glass easter egg down with Dogsby. (Dogsby is his soft toy, and yes, he cut not just one bedsheet, but I discovered later, a few).
I'm quite enjoying this so I said, "Okay, continue, what other bad things have you done."
Sean: I put the marble inside Bobo (a soft toy). I keep tangling up the slinky and you have to fix it. I threw the shuttlecock up and it broke the ceiling lamp.
(Yes yes, all these things he did in a span of maybe 2 weeks.)
I added: Don't forget that time in London when you threw stones down from our balcony and dented that man's car and Daddy had to pay 900 pounds.
Sean (looking really despondent): So will I go to hell?
Me: Of course you won't darling. You're a child of God so you'll go to heaven.
Explained to him what Christians believe about heaven and hell, and he seemed immediately better.