I was driving home with the kids the other day, and we passed a large truck with animals in the back. The following conversation ensued:
Nathan: Hey! That truck had animals in the back! (Brief pause) I wonder where they're going? (Another pause) I'll bet they're going to the pound.
Grace: What's the pound?
Nathan: It's where if people don't want to buy the animals they kill them.
Xandra: (Stifling laughter and trying not to interrupt)
Grace: That's not very nice.
Nathan: (Earnestly) It's okay. It doesn't hurt them. They just give them a shot and then they fall asleep forever.
Xandra: (Still trying not the interrupt but just about to have an aneurysm from holding in the laughter)
Grace: (After a loonngggg pause and then quite sadly) I didn't know they did that to dogs and cats.
It was all I could do at that point to stay in my lane. It's probably not as funny reading it, but it was hilarious listening to their little private conversation. (Disclaimer: I did have a conversation at a later time about what happens at the pound and why.)