Thomas wants to get in some Halloween fun a little early...

Today when I was driving Thomas to preschool, we were stopped at a light across from a small Baptist church that also runs a preschool. Thomas pointed out the window at the church and said, "Mommy, I want to go to that preschool."

Me: "Why is that?"

Thomas: "Because they have a cool playground!"

I looked out the window and had to bite my lip. "Uh, Thomas, that isn't a playground. It's a cemetary."

Him: "What's a cemetary?"

Me: "Well, it's a place where people are buried after they die."

Him: "Buried? Where?"

Me: "See those large stones all over the yard? The people are buried under them."

Him: "Really? Can we dig them up?"

Me, trying to dissuade him without creeping him out: "Uh....they are buried quite deep down, about six feet. It would be really difficult to dig them up."

Him: "We could get a shovel."

Me, trying even harder now: "Well, their families paid a lot of money for them to buried there. It would be really rude to dig them up."

Him: "We could put them back when we're done. No one would know!"

At this point the light changed and I stepped on the gas. Next thing, Thomas is saying, "Is Alex going to be at preschool today?" and happily kicking his legs against the seat, having already forgotten all about his plan for exhuming corpses. Yay.