More from the mouths. . .

They are seriously on a roll.  I'm not even recording a respectable amount of the quality information that my soccer carpool affords me.  Enter, yesterday's soccer carpool convo. . . which needs no further intro other than my child was hitting himself repeatedly over the head with his water bottle.

Me:  Son, please stop hitting yourself with your water. . .please take care of your body and do not hit yourself.  It's really not funny.

My son:  Yes m'am, but you know if I died and went to heaven I wouldn't have to take care of my body anymore. . .only my soul, you know.

Soccer compadre:  But you DO have a body and a soul.

My son:  I know that.

Soccer compadre:  Your soul is in you and your skin is on the outside.  Your soul is what controls your body.

My son:  Well, sometimes your heart controls your body.

Soccer compadre:  Yeah, that's true.  And your brain, too.  You need that to control your body or you'd be dead.

My son:  That a lot of stuff to control me.