My brother asked BR to be in his wedding, as a ring bearer, or something. I asked BR (still age 5) if he was interested. "Two words," he said, "I am retired!"
BR, again: "You know how Friday is pizza night in our family? Well, in T---'s family, it's shooting-chickens-night!"
Me: "What? What does that mean?"
Him: "That they shoot chickens, of course. On Fridays, he gets a gun and he hunts chickens."