Ryan: "Mom, are we going to go to a funeral soon?"
Me: "Well, I sure hope not. Why?"
Ryan: "Because I want to go to one."
Me: "Oh. Why?"
Ryan: "Because if we go to a funeral to say goodbye to someone, there might be a skeleton there and that would be pretty cool!"
Me: " . . . "
This is how our day began, and it's only gotten stranger from there, including discussions about the Trojan Horse and whether or not there were tons of skeletons at Troy. (Brendan read him one book about the Trojan Horse about three months ago and evidently he's been thinking on it ever since.)