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…”