Sally: Mom, Dad is 7 years older than you, right?
Sally: You are 41 and Dad is 48, right?
Sally: Does that mean Dad is going to die before you?
Me: Well, I hope not. I hope I die first.
Me: Because I would be really sad and I would miss Daddy.
Sally: But he isn't your Dad, he's our Dad.
Me: But I love him. He is my husband.
Sally: Oh. Where did you find him anyway?