Jesus wants me for a zombie..........

I love the things that come out of kids mouths.  My grandchildren have had some real whoppers.  Take the title of this post.  I have a kids Sunday School sing along CD that I played in the truck for many years.  I've actually had to burn copies of it because I've worn it out and/or scratched it up.  One day, several years ago, my oldest grandchild asked me to play the "Zombie" song.  The conversation went something like this:

Grandchild - 'Grandma, would you please play the Zombie song?'
Me - 'What Zombie song?'
GC - 'You know Grandma, the Zombie song!"
Me - 'No, I don't know what Zombie song.'
GC - 'You know Grandma, "Jesus Wants me for a Zombie".'
Me - 'No, Jesus wants you for a SUNBEAM.
GC - 'Oh'

My two oldest granddaughters were spending the night one night.  It was bath time.  Now in the bathroom, my foundation undergarment was hanging up on the door handle.  Granddaughter #2 and I had the following conversation:

GC - Gramma, are these your fings? (as she points to said foundation undergarment)
Me - Yes
GC - Gramma, why are your fings bigger than my mommy's fings?
Me (trying to keep a straight face) - Because I'm older than your mommy.

My youngest daughter, who is now married and has children of her own had a good one when she was in kindergarten.  I wear glasses.  At one point in time, I had contacts.  My kids (and grandkids) know that I am blind as a bat without my glasses.  On this particular day, I was walking around the house and my youngest looks up at me and asks "Mommy, are you wearing your eye tacks?"  From then on, my contacts were called eye tacks.

Having said all of this, nothing that comes out of the mouths of small people should surprise me.  Today, that was proven wrong.  I was having a conversation with my youngest child, who has been recovering from pneumonia for the past week and a half.  She proceeds to tell me that her oldest child came to her today and declared that he thinks he has leukemia.  He then proceeded to explain that he is having trouble breathing like she is, and he thinks he has leukemia.  She then asked if he meant pneumonia, to which he said yes.  Needless to say, she took him to the doctor, who prescribed antibiotics because he did sound a little congested.