I noticed something the other day.
Almost all conversations with my son very quickly include gross things. Take this conversation.
We were talking about people who didn't know Jesus.
Dominic asked me -
"Mom, if somebody doesn't know Jesus what do they do when they are scared?"
"I don't know, Dominic."
"Well who makes them feel better if they don't have a mom and are sick?"
"I don't know, Dominic. Maybe nobody. It's sad isn't it?"
"Yes. Remember when I puked and we prayed and I felt better?"
"Well what if they puke in a bucket?"
"What if they puke on the ground?"
"What if they puke on a roof?"
"Hee hee hee. Can you puke on a roof, Mom?"
And it got progressively worse.