The conversation this morning was regarding the class the girls would be going to this afternoon. B couldn't remember if she was to meet at the office or somewhere else.
"Well, what did Ms. Mc say at the end of your last class?"
"I don't remember."
Now, T, the four year old, isn't really participating in this conversation, mind you. Which is why howls of laughter erupt when he says,
"You can't talk when you're dead."
So after a little "digging" we find out that while we've been talking his mind has been going back to a sword-fight scene he'd watched with Daddy the night before. Count of Monte Cristo.
I'm still smiling.
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