My kids eat constantly. They literally, no exaggeration, ask for food at least once an hour, all day long. Even the hour right after a huge meal. They. eat. so. much. They think about food all the time. Kinda like someone else I know... ahem.
Tonight, in a conversation with Grambie (my mom):
Corene: What kind of snake can kill you?
Grambie: Umm.. probably a rattlesnake. If they bite you. But rattlesnakes don't live in Minnesota.
Corene: So if a rattlesnake bites me, then I'd die?
Grambie: Umm.. It's possible, if we didn't get you to the doctor in time.
Corene: But that's OK, because I'd go to Heaven. And you'd be sad, you'd miss me.
But I'd be happy because I'd be in Heaven!
And then when you die, you'd be able to come see me! So, it's OK.
Grambie: Well yes, that's true.
Ava (chiming in): When we come, we'll bring food!