Zander: "Daddy, what happens you die?" [Collective 'gulp' heard from parents. Does he mean "you" as in "Brad" or "you" as in "people" or something else entirely? Turns out his teacher told him that some things turn into dirt after they die, so we took it from there.]
Zander: "Where does rain come from?"
Me: "The clouds."
Zander: "But who said it should rain today?"
Zander: "My toenail must be too long because it is hurting my mouth."