Declan: [silent tears streaking down his face] Mama?
Me: What's the matter, buddy?
Declan: Will I come back after I die?
Me: No, honey. Death is forever.
Declan: But who will take care of Baby D when I'm dead?
Me: The people that love you will take care of him for you.
Declan: But they won't love him because he's fake! They'll put him in the garbage!
Me: The people who love you will love Baby D because they know how much he means to you. They will take care of him.
Declan: Promise he won't go in the garbage.
Me: I promise he won't go in the garbage.
