Conversation between myself and my son earlier this evening:
Him: "Mommy, do I really exist?"
Me: "Do you know what 'exist' means?"
H: "Welllll...no."
M: "It means to be real. To not be imaginary."
H: "So, do you exist?"
M: "What do you think?"
With a smirk he answers "Ah...no?"
We went on like this for several minutes with him pointing to various things and asking if they existed, and me answering "Can you see it, smell it, hear it or touch it?" and him then responding with a sly little negative each and every time. Apparently my son lives in the Matrix, and can't even be sure what chicken actually tastes like...
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