'Mom, the number 1 rule...no kissing in the lunchroom.' Owen Bosworth. Oy, why can't I ever get these rules right?

'So the person dies and they bury the body and it goes to Haiti. They take the heart out and give it to the baby and then put the baby in the Mama's tummy and the baby is born. Then the baby grows and grows and becomes 100 and dies and they bury the body and it goes to Haiti....' Will Bosworth.

'Um Will, they have to take the heart out before they bury the body and it goes to Haiti otherwise they can't get the heart out.' Owen Bosworth.

You lost me at 'the body goes to Haiti'.

'Mom, you know...HHHHAAAAIIIIITTTTIIII.' Will Bosworth

I still don't get it.

'Mom, the place from Percy Jackson where the devil lives.' Owen Bosworth (the duh is strongly implied)

Ahhhh, Hades...

Conclusion...my discussions on organ donation and recycling have meshed into one with a little Greek mythology thrown in for good measure. Real question...how much is this going to cost me in therapy bills?

'AAAAGGGGGHHHHH! AAAAGGGHHHHH!!' What is going on in here?! 'He hit me!' Will. Why did you hit him? 'I hit him in the nose on accident.' Owen. 'He hit me in the eye!! Ohhhh it hurts!' Will. If he hit you in the eye then why is your nose bleeding? 'MY NOSE IS BLEEDING?!!! AHHHHHH, my nose, my nose....it hurts soooo bad!!!!' Oh dear God.