With-a-Why is still small enough to sit on my lap and listen intently while I read aloud to him. Modern child that he is, he loves such things as video games and does not understand why I put limits on them. He still wakes up from nightmares to come into bed with me.
One night when he was very young, With-a-Why woke up from some kind of bad dream, and climbed in under the covers with me. I could tell he was terrified. He was shivering so I wrapped myself around him until he got warm.
"Mom," he asked, "What happens after we die?"
I could tell from his face that it was a serious question.
I gave him an overview of several different philosophies about an afterlife, trying to tell it in a way that was appropriate to a five-year-old and adding my own perspective. The sound of my voice seemed to calm him down.
He thought for a minute.
"But, Mom ... will there be video games there?"