This Morning9:29 am
While getting Sid ready for school, I mentioned how wriggly baby boy had been during the night.
"But he wont wriggle when he's born" Said Sid.
"I expect he will, and you can hold him."
"He might die, and then he wont wriggle"
"We hope he wont die, we hope he'll be fine"
"Florence died. Why did Florence die the day she was born?"
"We don't know sweetheart."
"Dead babies go to the cemetery. If our baby dies he will go to the cemetery with Florence"
I guess, he just doesn't know any different.