INT. NIGHT. DARKENED BEDROOM. STORIES HAVE BEEN READ. LIGHTS ARE OUT.
Deep Thinker Child: Will this house break?
Reassuring Parent: No, we’ll look after it.
DTC: Even when we’re all deaded?
RP: Well, someone else will have it then.
DTC: [Panicked] But what about my toys?
Crazy Toddler Child: [Half sings, half screams] Humpty Dumpty sat on a WAAAALLLLLLL
RP: Another little boy or girl will have your toys then.
NOTE: I realise now that wasn’t the slightest bit reassuring.
DTC: I don’t want them to have my toys! When I’m deaded, I want all my toys around me in a big circle. And my Hexbug on me.
RP: Shhh. It’s okay don’t worry.
DTC: Why? Do only old ladies die?
I don’t answer, because his voice is fading to sleep
DTC: [quietly] I wish there was no such thing as the sea.
FADE TO SLEEP