Love, Marriage, Death and Broccoli

     I was driving Hank and Sage to school one morning and had to smile at Hank's stream of thoughts.  He beamed, "Sage, I love you."  Then he said, "When I grow-up I am going to marry you."  He paused for a minute while she flashed a dimpled grin at him.  Then he turned his attention to me and said, "And you will get rid of me."  I said, "I don't want to get rid of you."  He then asked, "Are we all going to die?"  I said, "Yes, one day everyone dies."  Hank replied matter of fact, "Not if I eat my broccoli."  Well, there is the future according to Hank.  Better eat your broccoli.