He likes bones; skeletons to be exact. He has since he was little (well, even smaller than now) and has a skeleton hanging off the back of his bedroom door. In addition, he has a stuffed skeleton -- something he totally loves. So, I guess that we shouldn't have been too surprised the other day when he announced something important about his own bones. Here's how it went down:
Duncan: Mom and Dad, I have something to tell you.
Me: We're listening.
Duncan: When I get older than now and die.
[Erik and I look at each other a little alarmed.] Me: Uh-hu?
Duncan: I want my bones to go into a museum.
Erik and Me: (Giggling and surprised) Okay.
Duncan: But, I don't want the other stuff. No skin or other stuff. You know, just the bones.
Me: Well, you have plenty of time before that all happens and I'm sure someone will make sure your bones get into a museum.
Duncan: And, I want a plaque.
Erik: Oh?
Duncan: Yeah, with my name.
Me: Okay. Your bones in a museum and bronze name-plate.
Duncan: Yeah. That's what I want.
To be sure, that was not the conversation I expected. But then, Duncan is not your typical little five-year-old either. He's full of surprises and his expectations astonish us at every turn. What a fun little person to have for a son!