The older my kids get the more I am convinced that I would be well served to mount a camcorder directly on the dashboard of the Silver Bullet to capture some of the conversations that transpire within the confines of those two power sliding doors. This little gem happened on our way to church tonight. Thankfully, J was with me so when we got home we re-created it for posterity's sake as best we could remember...
G: C, my Grandpapa Byron died.
C: I know G, but don't talk about that because it makes me sad.
[this exact dialog was repeated 3 or 4 times - each time C getting more frustrated that G wouldn't stop saying the same thing over and over - so finally I popped in]
Me: C, you might want to try to change the subject. Why don't you ask her what she did at church this morning.
[C waits a few seconds]
C: G, have you ever had Diarrhea?
[Not exactly the approach I was aiming for, but it did achieve the desired end...on to a different topic]
And yes, in hindsight, I realize that J and I should have addressed G's lack of concern for her brother's feelings rather than sitting in the front seat trying our hardest not to get caught laughing. Oh well - that teachable moment is gone. Lucky for me, I am quite sure that another moment (or ten) of a similar nature will present itself before lunchtime tomorrow :)