I took my little boy to the play-park today. The idea is to tire us both out for a good night’s sleep.

While there I overheard a conversation between two other young boys.

It went something like this.

Boy 1: I used to have a dog but now he’s in heaven.

Boy 2: Why?

Boy 1: He bited the man next door and then he got sick and now he’s in heaven.

Boy 2: I used to have a fish but now he’s in heaven too.

Boy 1: Why?

Boy 2: Well mummy gave him too much food and he pooped to death. But mummy told me not to tell anybody.