I'm simply posting this for memory sake:

It's now 9:12pm and Joli and Jada should absolutely be asleep. Yet, twice, Joli has yelled philosophical questions from her bed. Now, imagine, she is YELLING from her bedroom to me as I sit at the dining room table....

"Mooom!!" (yes, Joli?)
"When you die, will you be BONE DRY?" (what, Joli?)
"I said, when you DIE will you be BONE....DRY???" (will I be BONE DRY??)
"Yes! And will you have no skinnnnn???" (Joli, we can talk about this in the morning)

"Oh-KAY, MOMM!!"

(silence.... for 15 seconds)

"MOOMMM!!" (yes, Joli?)
"I just have ONE more question." (okay, Joli, what?)
"What's it like being a grown up?" (it's fun, Joli)
"Okay, but would you rather be a kid or a grown up?" (we'll talk about this tomorrow, Joli....)