Winter Jackets Are Made With Down Of The Dead

(My nine-year-old daughter and I are out for a walk.)

Daughter: “That is a really cool jacket you’re wearing today. Is it new? Where did you get it?”

Me: “Second-hand store, so not much chance of finding you something similar.”

Daughter: “Oh. So, can I have it when it gets too small for you?”

Me: “I’m full-grown, you know, and I’m certainly not intending to gain any more weight!”

Daughter: “Oh. So, can I have it when you’re dead?”