My dad died 13 years ago and unfortunately will never meet my kids. I don't talk about him to the kids that much and I don't have a ton of pictures of his around. He and I were very close and I miss him every day. Benny was in bed with the lights off and I was snuggling him.
Benny: Is Grandpa Jerry a little bit dead?
Me: ? yes, he died.
Benny: Is he a little bit dead?
Benny: He got sick. He needed a Band Aid.
Benny: He's better now. He likes to walk in the sand.
Okay. What was going on in his little head? What prompted him to talk about this? Are these small children more open to seeing/experiencing things than we are?