Yes, I do have boys. That means we talk all the time about things like this:
Iain: Mama, would a horse be faster than a train? Would a race car be faster than a regular car? Would a horse be faster than a person? Would a tiger be faster than a race car? Would a giant be faster than a train?
Iain: (looking at the book How the Grinch Stole Christmas) The grinch was mean to steal. I think we should make him dead.
Iain: Cory took my toy! How about a make a big robot to take it back from him?
Me: (Note: never talk about bad drivers in front of small children.) Don't cut me off!
Iain: He did a bad thing, didn't he? Maybe we should make him dead.
Me: No, it wasn't that big a deal, Iain. It's okay.
Iain: How about if we get a giant to make him dead?
Cory: If I saw a bad giant I would chase him into the woods and yell, "Go away!" and I would hit him with my sword!
These boys are obsessed with giants. And making things dead (but just bad things, so I figure it's okay). And swords, bats, guns, robots.
Iain's other new thing is to imagine rather odd situations and figure out what would happen. Here are a few of his latest ones:
Iain: If we had to live underground, what would happen?
If we lived in our car, what would happen?
If our house floated up to heaven, what would happen?
If we lived in Walmart, what would happen?
Then he follows it up with logistical issues: what we'd have to bring with us (always pillows and blankets), what we'd eat (in the Walmart scenario, we were sleeping on the food so we could eat it in the night), who would sleep where (in the car it was "big people in the front, and little people in the back," and more. Maybe he'll be some kind of disaster response planner someday.
Boys are so much fun.