When I stepped out front yesterday afternoon to give the under-the-boys'-chairs sheet a shake out I noticed a dead rat in our front yard.
Just then J walked out and I pointed our my interesting find (because who isn't interested in checking out a dead animal right up close like that).
Me: Don't touch it, J, because it has germs and may have had a disease.
J: I know. It could have had herpes.
Me: What?
J: It could have had herpes.
Me: Who told you about that?
J: (still intently checking out our discovery and trying to find the right word) It could have had herpes...or rerbes...or rerbers.
Me: Ooooh, RABIES! It could have had rabies.
J: (matter of factly) Yeah, rabies.
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