Three‐year‐old boy: One of my friends died.
Mom: Wait — what?!
Three‐year‐old boy: Yeah, one of my best friends died in a car crash when your friend died in a car crash.
Three‐year‐old boy: Yes, we were flying in a plane and suddenly another plane came from behind and crashed into us. I ran away, but she got hurt. And died.
Mom: What? Huh?
Three‐year‐old boy: I’ll tell you more later… These trains have ears.
Overheard by: impressed with todays youth