Me (to Little Man who is cowering under the umbrella - inside - petrified of the storm raging outside): "Sweetheart, how many storms have we been through?"
Little Man: "A million"
Me (in perhaps not my most well thought out mommy moment): "And how many times have we died?"
Little Man: "NONE!" **Scream**
Oops, instead of being reassured like I intended, he took it as our luck's going to run out sooner or later.
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