Dying For A Good Pair Of Pants

(I am six years old. I have just overheard my mom saying something to my dad about changing their wills. Confused, I ask my mom what a will is.)

Mom: “Well honey, a will is a piece of paper that says who gets what when your father and I die.”

Me: “So when you guys die, who gets what?”

Mom: “Well, since you’re an only child, you would get everything.”

Me: “Everything? Even your pants?”

Mom: *laughs* “Yes dear, even my pants. Why do you ask?”

(I smile creepily.)

Me: “Because those are some really nice pants…”