When my son was tiny his bedtime stalling tactics were not another drink of water or trip to the bathroom but big philosophical questions. Maybe he realized that his parents were geeks and thinking too much is family trait so this would get more mileage than other things. But, I think that his little brains just couldn't stop working. "Mom, did God make volcanoes?"
"How do they make shoes"
"Will Iris dog go to heaven""
"Why are some people mean?"
"How do baby sheep get born"
I am almost always try answer questions like these. The answers are often long and not always conclusive, except for things like baby sheep.
My son also has a great sense of reverence, he was and still is, very interested in Catholic mass, in the corn maiden figures my mom collects, statues of the Buddha and the meaning behind any symbol that crosses his path.
My husband is sort of Catholic and I have been known to list Pagan Biologist in the religious preference column, so the kid has pretty wide range on the spirituality front.
He is the kid who makes crosses for any dead animals from beloved pet to found sparrow.
He and his sister found a dead finch in the yard recently. I came home and found that they had buried that finch and made a pretty impressive grave.
My daughter said that her brother made the cross and added the shell to look like angel wings.
My son then came over and said that he had placed some grain and water and nesting material in the grave so the bird would have what it needed in the next life.
This whole thing made me cry.
I know that pet burials are often a kid thing and that this not unusual. And this is also the kid who fights with his big sister, loves swords and can be truly obnoxious, but I was just so touched by the concern that both my kids showed for this tiny bird. It gave me something to reflect on during a rough week