Bad News from Henry

The other day while I was driving, Henry had an announcement for me.

H--"Momma, I have some bad news to tell you."

I braced myself.

H--"Pretty soon 2009 is going to be over and it will never, EVER be here again!"

Then today while Henry was playing with his cars he held up one of his planes and asked if it was the one that looked like the president's plane. I told him it did.

H--"Well, the plane crashed. Where do you think the cemetery should be?"

M--"Did someone die?"

H--"The president did. Remember in the plane crash? See all of the cars and firetrucks lined up for the funeral? Where should the cemetery be?"

I'm guessing that the bad news about 2009 came from preschool, but I have no idea where the plane crash came from.

Sometimes I wonder!