Not even sure what to call this.

Apparently February is attachment month.

We came home from our weekend at my parent's on Monday night in time for Ladybug to get into a shower and crawl in bed.  I unpacked and did a few chores while she was in the shower.  After a few minutes I heard a thud and went into the bathroom.

I pulled back the shower curtain and I found her in the fetal position in the tub with the shower still running.  And she was sobbing.  Not the fake "I want attention" type sobbing.  But the "I can't control my breathing" type sobbing.

Me: Honey, what is wrong?  Are you hurt?  What happened?
Ladybug:  I... don't... want... to die!
Me:  What? (What did I miss?)
Ladybug: I don't want to die.
Me: You are not dying.  Honey, what is this about?
Ladybug:  But I don't ever want to die.  I don't want to die now and I don't want to die what I am old.
Me: (Shit!  What is the right thing to say here?  Where is that damn manual for raising children?)  Honey, you are not dying.  You have a long life ahead of you.  You are going to go to college, and have a wonderful job, and fall in love, and have babies.  You do not need to worry about dying.


Now I am worried if she doesn't do all those things.  Did I just promise those things to her?  Will I have lied if they don't come true?

Mean Mama