During our bedtime snuggle last night, Roo and I discussed the book we had just finished. She commented on its happy ending. I don't know what came over me, but I blurted out: "Do you think real life has a happy ending?"
Without a moment's hesitation, she said "Yes of course! Because after you die, you become an angel."
I don't know where she came up with that idea; it wasn't from her parents. But it's a fine explanation when you're five years old and crave and expect happy endings.