I am in the car with my son. We are chatting and our conversation went from making me laugh to making me cry in about 6 blocks.
Son: Is that bird poop? (pointing at the window)
Me: Yes it is.
S: Can I touch it?
S: Why not?
M: It has germs baby.
S: (As we drive past a dog out on a walk) Dogs can't poopy on the car.
M: No they can't.
S: No. It would make a big mess and they could fall off and get hurt.
M: They could fall off.
S: Then they'd have to go to the doggie hospital. I don't know where it is but Daddy does.
S: (After a pause) Is Papa still sick?
M: No, Papa isn't sick anymore.
S: Is he at Grandma's house?
M: No baby, he's in heaven.
S: Aww, but I miss him.
M: I miss him too baby.
Breaking my heart.