While tucking Eamon in for bed...
Me: <noticing him laying oddly on the bed w/ his mouth open> "Are you licking your pillow?"
Eamon: <not moving>
Me: "Eamon, what are you doing? I really hope you aren't licking your pillow."
Eamon: <whispering> "I'm dead."
Me: <instantly switching into melodrama mode> "Oh, no! Not that! Not... DEAD!!!!"
Eamon: <sigh> "I'm not really dead. How come you can't ever tell?"
Me: "I guess because you're such a good actor."
Eamon: "Mommy!"
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