I was having a conversation today with a lady at work that sits right next to me about my son. He's a huge worry wort about everything. I'm surprised he doesn't have an ulcer over global warming. At the age of 5 he was hugely upset about a pair of tennis shoes thrown over a telephone wire. He had said "somebody must of been picked on and they're shoes taken away" then he said "how do we get them down Mommy?" That's my son.
Anyway she turn to me and with a straight face says "oh, he's a brand new soul" And even weirder I completely understood her.