“Mom!  I know how they made Frankenstein.”

“Oh, yeah?” Not really paying attention.

“Yeah.  They sewed parts of dead bodies together!”

Spatula drops.  Eyes widen in horror and dart to the three-year-old also sitting at the table.

“Oops!  I mean they . . .”  The five-year-old mines his limited vocabulary for a mom-friendly version of ‘dead bodies.’

Before he can find one, little brother chimes in.  “Dead bodies is a bad idea, Frankie.  Yeah, it’s a bad idea.”