Preparing for the Worst

This was the conversation I heard in the car last night.

D: Alright, Goldie, so listen to this, and tell me what you would do: Say someone wrapped a goblin up in one of those papers that you wrap a caramel in.

A: Daisy, he'd be so tiny.

D: No, he's wrapped in a huge wrapping paper, Abe. So, Goldie, you buy it and open it and you think it's a candy but instead it's a goblin. What would you do?

Me: Is there a right answer to this question?

G: I'd get his gold!

D: Goldie! That's a leprechaun! Not a goblin!

G: I'd just wrap him back up --

D: No, Gold! You couldn't! He's already all unwrapped.

G: I'd just throw him outside . . . ?

A: Daisy, just tell us what the answer is.

D: Abe, I don't know the answer!

I guess that's why she was asking, but none of us know the answer. I can't decide if it is good she brought this scenario up so we can keep thinking until we are prepared with the best possible solution (should the candy/goblin mix up occur), or if we should just forget about it and hope against all hopes that it never happens to us. I know it's always best to be prepared, but it's just so hard to prepare for every possible eventuality. I feel overwhelmed just thinking about it! I still haven't figured out exactly how I will save all of my five children should we happen to crash into the middle of a lake (yes, that is one of my worst most dreadful fears. I often find myself thinking if we'd make it with two kids holding around my neck and another in one arm and two on their own). Now I have to figure out goblins? What if a pixie shows up in a cookie box? What if a warthog comes in the mail? And what are pixies anyway? Are they good or bad? Maybe I want one to show up. Woo-wee. Lots to think about.