This morning, I had to swing by J's old school to sign some paperwork. We've driven to/from/past that school for 3 years, and my girls have always been interested in the cemetery across the street. I wonder how long this has been weighing on my darling daughter's mind.
M: "Mom? People are under those stones, right?"
Me: "Yes. People were buried there when they died, and their names are on the stones."
M: "But are they all teachers?"
And my other lovely daughter takes the cake.
Me (reading): "But archaeologists don't just study ancient history. In fact, future archaeologists will study us one day."
H: "Yeah, but they'll study YOU first."