Conversation with a 4 year old.

 I picked Ben up from playschool today and we had the following conversation.
"How was school today?"
"I don't like that yogurt."
"What yogurt?"
"That yogurt mommy packed in my bag. She (his teacher) put a note on it, said I don't like it." Sure enough I get home and the gogurt yogurt is still in the bag with a note from his teacher saying he wouldn't eat it.
"Did you play on the playground today?" I asked, knowing it had been raining all day.
"We went to the gym."
"Why didn't you play on the playground?"
"Because it was raining."
"What did you play?"
"I rode a motorcycle and played baketball (sic)."
"You rode a motorcycle!?" I asked with mock-surprise. Sounding a bit exasperated he replied, " A toy one."
Then he really did take me by surprise when he asked, "You know that game where Shaggy is dead?"
"Ah, no."  
"We played that, when Shaggy was dead." O-kay.
"Who were you?"
"Shaggy."
"You were dead?"
"No, Scooby was dead this time." Oh, of course.
"Maybe you should play nicer games." It was worth a shot.
"Nah, we don't wont to."      
"Whose idea was it to play this game?" Please don't let it have been yours, I thought, I really don't need to get notes home from the teacher for this.      
"I was just thinking about it today." Do 4 year olds really sit around and contemplate life and death?
"So it was your idea to play?" Please say no.
"No," yea, "it was Matties."
"Maddie, your sister?"
"No Mattie from school." Whew. So about now I'm thinking I need to change the subject or delve into the hows and whys of this game. I'm not real concerned because I've never know kids that age to be very organized players, Shaggy's dead is probably just a name for tag or something.  Thankfully his young mind thought of something much more important to discuss and as we pulled out on the highway he asked, "Can I have a snack?" Which was followed by another deep discussion on why we didn't have time to stop for a snack because after all it was, "just a snack."