Slim’s dead.  

 Genevieve needs to know where everyone is.   When I picked her up from daycare last night, she was, as usual, very happy to see me, but after she got over her initial joy at seeing mom, she began to wonder about the rest of the family.   The conversation:

G:  where’s Kila?  

Me:   at home.

G:   Where’s Daddy?

Me:   Skiing

G:   Where’s Turtle?

Me:   at home.

G:   Where’s Slim?

Me:   Slim’s Dead, baby.

G: Slim’s Dead…Where’s Kila?

Maybe you see where this is going.   Eventually we got home and solved the mystery of where Kila and Turtle were, but Daddy and Slim are still open questions in G’s mind.   We hope the mystery of Daddy’s whereabouts will be solved by Sunday, but I expect a lot of discussion of the subject between now and them.   As far as Slim goes, I seriously doubt G has any idea what “dead” is, but hopefully she will soon get the idea that she won’t be torturing Slim anymore.   Turtle is certainly a poor substitute as she won’t take any of G’s bullshit.   We’ve already had several instances of Turtle letting G know she ain’t Slim in the week since Slim passed over to the great beyond.