CB (6): I know why you die when you get older
Dad: Why?
CB: You grow and get bigger and bigger and then you fall apart.
(Obviously, death is disintegration here -- like the sun)
She hesitates on the fifth stair, and then resumes walking: a, b, c, d, e...
Daddy: no, what?
Emma (twisting hands and arms): Well, the boat did something then went like that. And then John Smith went and pulled a string and that's what happened. And John Smith killed Pocahontas.
Christopher, 6, eavesdroppoing: Noooo!! He didn't kill Pocahontas. He was going to kill her but they fell in love.
Mommy, also eavesdropping: Did John Smith kiss Pocahontas?
Christopher: Nooooo!! Pocahontas kissed John Smith.
Emma: Yeah, that's it.
Dady: About what?
Christopher: Kooks! Kooks were chasing me, and mommy threw them down the stairs.
Daddy: Wow! What did the kooks look like?
Christopher: They didn't look like anything. They're not real. They're in a dream. Dreams don't look like anything.