How to cure an existential crisis...

Sometimes I think Liam is in the constant grip of an existential crisis (this is the child who, when he was six, asked me how he was supposed to know whether he was real or not). But every now and then he gets worried about dying. Sometimes this comes across as just another excuse to get out of bed when he is supposed to be going to sleep. At other times as a rather more genuine concern. It disturbed me too, when I was a child, so I have rather more sympathy for him than Andy does.

But just a few days ago it seemed to come to a peak. He was deeply, genuinely depressed about dying, and all the explanations about 'most people don't die until they're old' and so on didn't seem to be getting through. Fortunately Liam seems to have come up with his own solution: when he grows up he is going to invent some pills to stop people from dying. End of crisis.

Well, there was a small ancillary concern about what would happen when the world ended, but he seemed to get over that when I told him it wouldn't happen for 5 billion years.

But don't worry about the dying thing, because Liam has that in hand.

And yes, I am procrastinating from my homework, however did you guess?