This conversation happened in the car today:
Jack: Mommy guess where Bruce from school used to live?
J: Right beside a graveyard!
Me: Cool, how spooky!
J: He even had a window so he could see it.
Aimee: Could we go to a graveyard sometime?
Me: Sure. We should try to find one where we know someone in it so we can look for their gravestone.
J: Like Great-Gramma Betty?
Me: Yes, well, she’s not buried yet. That’s going to happen in August.
J: When is she going to be cooked?
Me (trying not to laugh): Well, she’s already cooked. She was cooked before her funeral.
J: Why didn’t we get to watch?
Me: Well, it’s pretty sad when someone dies and their body is cremated. Usually families don’t watch.
J: But on Star Wars the guy with the stripes watched the other one get burned when he died.
Me: Yes, well, that was a movie. Things happen differently in the movies.
The conversation petered out. He has such a fresh perspective on life, doesn’t he?