Rose picks up a small piece of candy that somehow found it’s way to our porch.
Rose: “What is this?”
Me: “It’s an old piece of candy sweetheart. Throw it in the trash please.”
Rose: “It’s not candy, it’s medicine.”
Me: “No hon, it’s old candy. Please throw it away.”
Rose: “No mommy. It’s a pill that you give old people when they are dying.”
In my head: “Where did that come from???”