Neal And I were driving past a cemetery and I told him that's where people get buried after they die. Neal, of course, asked "Why?" because that's what he asks no matter what you just said. "Because," I explained - "You would start to smell bad if you didn't get buried." In answer to this Neal curled up in his car seat trying to get as far away from me as possible and said in a pleading voice: "Me don't want to die, me too cute!" (At this point I had to concentrate on staying in my lane, I was laughing so hard.)
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