Friends who boost your confidence are good friends.
All of which is to say that kids just see things differently and at 6 I'd've been very curious as well.
I was 11 when my dad's little brother died. Uncle S had been a sweetheart but we weren't close, there was no body, and I had 16 further uncles so while I cried a bit in the first couple of days it didn't hit me particularly hard (apart from further raising my anxiety because of how he died). So when the funeral rolled around I was the big kid keeping the little cousins busy tumbling on the cemetery lawn. Clearly inappropriate, now that I'm a grown-up, but our family doesn't stand on decorum and it was the easiest way of keeping them busy without making too much noise.poor R had to cope with some gruesome questions from little L.
All of which is to say that kids just see things differently and at 6 I'd've been very curious as well.