The Boy (3 years old): Daddy, one day, when I’m an ice cube…
Me (35 years old): Wait, you’re going to turn into an ice cube?
Boy: …Daddy, when I’m an ice cube, I’ll melt.
Me: Well, when will this happen? When will you be an ice cube?
Boy: In two weeks. And I will melt.
Me: Are we talking metaphorically here, or are you literally going to turn into an ice cube?
Boy: Trust me, Daddy.