On the way home from a playdate, Carter asks Kevin,
“Dad, can we please go dig in the ground until we find a body?”
Kevin: “Why?”
Carter: “Because I really really want to hold a bone, a human bone.”
Kevin spends some time talking about calling various biology departments to see if Carter could see a human bone, but each time the response from Carter is,
“I want to HOLD the bone. The real human bone. I want to touch it and keep it. I don’t want to just see it.”
Kevin explains that generally, in our society, we don’t get to touch dead human parts. Carter thinks for a few minutes, then,
“Daddy, when you die, can I have your bones?”
“Sure, Carter. What bones do you want?”
“The head bone! I want to keep the head bone!”
Kevin agreed to make some arrangements.