Our seven-year-old was talking very seriously to me this evening. "You know, Mom," he says, "it could be worse."
"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows, my curiosity piqued.
"Yeah, it would be way worse if you put a grenade in your mouth when it was exploding."
A while later he informed me that Angelee probably didn't jump out the window on purpose. Right. I love my kids!