My husband is working this weekend, and I've spent the last 2 days taking care of a sick little boy, who has a pretty hard core cold.
Jake: Hey mom, you know what's better than Lasagna?
Me: What darlin'?
Me: Love is indeed better than lasagna, my dear heart.
Less than 5 minutes later during a chat:
Jake: Hey Mom, when you die...
J: When you die, I will keep your heart in a jar. Shaped like a heart. On the mantle.
Me: (In my head) *What the actual fuck?* (out loud) Oh...
Ten minutes later:
Jake: (Showing me toys he's playing with) "This is the Daddy, and this is the son, but there is no mommy, because she's dead.
Me: Dude! What's up with the general theme of "dead mom" you have going on here? I am getting concerned...
Me: Very funny.