Sometimes I'll be lying in bed and I can hear my 4-year-old and 7-year-old having a conversation in another room. It's an odd feeling when you've made some humans and then the humans start to communicate on their own.

My typical reaction is: "Listen to them having their own thoughts. How DARE they?!"

Walking down the hall the other day, I overheard the following conversation -- and it froze me in my tracks...

4: What does it mean to die? 7: ... 4: HEY, what does it mean to die?! Does it mean you fall down? I was tempted to go in but I wanted to hear what his big brother would say. 7: It means you stop living. 4: (A STUNNED BEAT) I DON'T WANT THAT! 7: It's not going to happen until you're like a hundred. 4: When is that?? 7: You're only four. It won't happen for a long time. 4: (TAKING THIS IN, THEN) Okay.

I can't tell you how proud I was of my 7-year-old.

Hearing them be there for each other like that, I'm confident they'll both lead long, happy, productive lives.

That is, until the robots attack.

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