Two nights ago my dad comes in the house, after mountain biking, dripping blood everywhere. My mom has a panic attack, screaming incoherently. My dad literally bleeds on me while I undo his shoes and socks (yuck). Eventually we get him all bandaged up. He has a really bad laceration on his arm, a huge hematoma? on his leg, scrapes everywhere, and, the xray later revealed, a broken clavicle bone.
So, last night, my son is talking to my dad about his injuries, and other medical stuff. He did pretty good, using words like "tachycardia" and "atrial tribulation" (don't ask me what they mean). He doesn't get it all quite right, though: "Grampa. Can I see your autopsy report?" 
BTW, things my son finds really fun:
-Reading the dictionary.
-Reading wikipedia articles.
-Reading my car manual (no kidding, this may be his favorite thing).
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