In the car recently, we were listening to music on a rock station. Eli, constantly asking questions about EVERYTHING, asked what the song was about. My edited version of the storyline was this: "Well, buddy, he's singing about a woman that he loves very very much. And he is singing the song so she'll know how much he loves her."
"Oh," he replied, without missing a beat, "she's his mommy?"
I think there are still little pieces of my heart on the floormats of the car.