morbid fasinations

i have a few cute stories from today:

earlier today we were driving in skokie when zavey pointed to a huge mansion-like house and said "our house is way bigger than that."

a few days ago i ordered a bunch of the pictures that we had still not developed from our trip to israel last year. they just arrived today and i started to sort through them with the kids. shaya was looking at a picture of him, zavey and esti lying in bed together. shaya pointed at esti and asked "is that esti tova?" (as in tova friedman who is about the same age now that esti was in that picture)

tonight we were sitting in the living room and climbing the furniture. shaya climbed onto the coffee table and zavey said, "bubbie would be really mad if she saw u doing that b/c that is bubba's (my maternal bubbie A"H) table." so i said, "you boys scratched up that table so much, when bubbie sees it she is going to be really angry." so Zavey responded, "well, it doesnt matter anyway b/c bubba's dead and she doesnt worry about it anymore."

the kids had set up a little drum kit in the den and put on a few concerts for me. then we moved on to destroy more rooms. at a certain point the party broke up for a couple minutes and we all went our own ways. i was in the kitchen when i heard shaya in the den banging on the drum and singing to a tune he must have made up, "chas vashalom die" over and over again. i know, my kids are sounding a bit morbid.