You might be right

So for those of you that don't know,  we live across the street from a cemetery, a very busy one at that.  It can be depressing, but it can also pull me out of  a bad day because at least I'm not them. Here is a conversation I had with Oliver as we were sitting at the kitchen table making Valentines shortly after a funeral ended. 

Oliver (very excited):  "Look mom,  a truck and a backhoe" (filling in the grave)

Me: that's really neat Oliver

Oliver: "what are they doing?"

Me: "what do you think they are doing?"

Oliver: "digging a hole"

Me:"for what?"  (I was starting to get concerned about what he knew)

Oliver: "cars!"

Me: "You might be right"

I'm hoping to move out of this house before he fully gets it.  For now, there are a bunch of cars buried across the street, if anyone want to check them out.