My son was really sad because he left a toy (stuffed crayon) at his pre-school and we can't get it back. He was so worried his toy would catch the Coronavirus and die.
I told him not to worry. Toys don't get sick and they can't die.
Then he hit me right in the feels last night. I was in the bathroom with him while he was going potty, and he said:
"you know what I what for, Daddy? I wish I was a toy. I wish you and mama were toys too. That would be nice, right?"
I laughed and asked him why.
"Because then we can't catch the Coronavirus and we won't die. I'd like that wish to come true."
It was about 3 weeks since his school closed and I forgot about that conversation. He's been holding onto that idea/hope/fear this whole time.
I just hugged him and told him It'll be ok. Then he asked me why I was starting to cry.
😔
Heartbreaking.