Moth­er: Hon­ey, do you re­mem­ber mom­my’s friend Denise?
Four-year-old son: Uh-huh.
Moth­er: Well, mom­my has to leave right now, be­cause Denise’s fa­ther passed away, and I have to go and tell Denise that I’m sor­ry.
Four-year-old son: Oh. Did you kill him?

Port Jef­fer­son, New York

Over­heard by: arct­i­nus