I had a dog named Lucky. He was killed. (sniff sniff)
Run over. Road kill. (sniff sniff)
Oh the agony. The sorrow. Pain and anguish. I wanted to die ...
"Don't wowwie," mommy said. "Ewerything will be all right. I'll kiss it, and I'll make it better. Promise."
But then daddy came home. "Actually, you are both wrong. We could all die tomorrow. Drunk drivers. Suicide bombers. Stuff happens all the time. You've got to both THINK. True ignorance resides on the extremes. Be optimistic. But be a realist too."
