Last night, visiting the children’s room to check if everything is peaceful. Well, Walter, our son (10), isn’t. He cannot get to sleep.
Walter: ‘I need to ask something. What if our shower once breaks down?’
Me (not a bit raising my eyebrows that this is an issue that we need to address at 21.30 without further delay):
‘It won’t. Our bathroom is new, together with the shower – all accessories in excellent health.’
Walter (not less concerned): ‘But once it does break down when I am a grandpa – what shall I do then?’
Me: ‘You are the planning type, right?’
Walter: ‘…or when you and papa are already dead – who shall I turn to??’
Me: ‘Okay-okay, I get it now. I promise that before I die, I will draft you a list with the most crucial phone numbers.’
Walter (with extra portion relief in his voice): ‘Very good. Thanks. I love you, mom.’
Me: ‘I love you, too.’
And with this, he fell asleep.