My mum was babysitting her friend's children the other day. The youngest is about three, maybe four now.
Small boy: who's that in your car?
Mum: you mean the little toy on the dashboard?
Small boy: yes, who's he?
Mum: that's Elvis
Small boy: Elvis?
Mum: *explanation of Elvis, how much she liked him, how she cried when he died and how I remember her crying*
Small boy: and you still like him even though he's dead
Mum: yes, I love him
Small boy: that's thapetic!