"What? Who are you talking about?"
"Adolf Hitler. I killed him."
"Oh. Well, O.K." I don't usually support random bouts of violent thoughts, but in this case, I couldn't argue.
A few minutes later, he asked me, "When we get to our new house, are you gonna get married?"
"Well, I'm already married," I explained for the twenty-second time. "I can't get married again." He often seems to resent his absence at our wedding, and I assumed we were back to that again.
"But you have to get married and have a baby!"
"What?! No, thank you. I don't want to have a baby."
"But I want a brother and a sister, and I want them to grow in your belly."
Oh, crap. "But I don't want to grow a baby in there. How about we adopt one instead?"
He thought for a moment, then nodded. "O.K. Can we get one on Sunday?"