As I'm putting Sam to bed tonight:
Sam: I love you, Mama!
Me: I love you, too, SamSam!
Sam: I will love you until you get old and all your bones break.
Me: I'm glad, Sam, but I'm really not planning to break all my bones.
Sam: But Mama, they don't put bones in museums...
Me: Actually, Sam, they do sometimes put bones in museums.
Sam: Mama, when your bones are in the museum I will come visit you every day. Good night Mama!