the conversations we have.....

Driving home from gymnastics on Wednesday.....

H: Hey Mom, if you're not dead when I finish college, will you help me build a rocketship??
Me: Uhhhhh........ dead???
H: Yeah! If you're not dead, will you?
Me: Why on earth would I be dead? I'm not THAT old and I don't think you'll be in college that long!! I won't be dead!!
H: WHATEVER! Will you help me or NOT?
Me: Uhhhh..... sure. but I'll probably have to go back to college with you to learn how to do that, cuz Mommy's smart and all but you have to study all kinds of things. blah blah"

A BURSTS into tears, absolutely sobbing. I ask her what's wrong.

A: But if you all go to the moon, WHO WILL STAY HOME WITH ME????

Where is the logic, people?????? Mind you, I suppose this makes sense after a conversation on the way TO gym..... We drove past a cemetary.

H: Hey, are there lots of people buried in the graveyard?
A: Buried? Or MARRIED??? <>
H: Married? Who gets married in a cemetary?
A: MOMMY would! Right Mommy? Would you get married in a cemetary? There would be lots of people there!!! <>
Me: Uhhhhh...... lemme call Daddy!!

When you consider that these are the kinds of conversations that make up the bulk of my day, it's a wonder I'm sane at all. Or am I?