I so reminded me of my youngest Isaak when he was her age. He used to cry because he didn't want to grow up, and have a house of his own. He wanted to live with us for life. When we faced the death of my Grandma I thought Isaak was going to fall apart. He didn't want us to die, he didn't want to die himself.
I never understood people that think kids are dumb. Some of them understand life more than adults do.