Me: What do you want for dinner tonight?
Dylan: Chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese.
Me: What about for the grownups who don't want to eat that stuff?
Dylan: Well, you can eat something else. Like salad. I like salad now. With nothing on it. But not tomatoes.
Me: You don't like tomatoes?
Dylan: Not until I am six. When I am six, Liz will be seven.
Me: Yep. In fact, Liz will be seven in exactly one month.
Dylan: You mean, tomorrow?
Me: No, one MONTH.
Dylan: I don't understand.
Me: Ok, you know how when you wake up and go to school and come home and go to sleep, that is one day?
Me: And seven days in a row is a week: Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday, that's a week, right?
Me: And then four weeks in a row, like on the calendar, that's a month.
Dylan: (Silently thinking) Frankenstein is dead.
Me: Yes Dylan, Frankenstein is dead.