On the way home from a baseball game last night, the subject of heart attacks came up. One of my nephew’s friend’s dad wasn’t there because his grandmother had a heart attack. So my SIL and I were explaining what a heart attack was. Then because my DN#2 loves Monty Python and the Holy Grail, he asked if she had a fatal heart attack. She didn’t. But…
“What is a fatal heart attack?”
“It means that you died from the heart attack. You can also say fatal car accident, which means someone died in the car accident”
That followed with Fatal poop. Fatal farts. All those things that make boys laugh.
Then DN#1 asks:
“Didn’t Elvis die of a fatal heart attack?” (How do they know who Elvis is at 9 & 11 years old?)
And because it’s funny – we said “Yes, while he was on the toilet.”
You see it coming don’t you?
DN#1 then asked:
“Did he finish?”