A: Mommy, when will I die?
M: Not for a long time. Only God knows when.
A: When I get old?
A: When I get fat?
M: Hopefully not.
A: (with certainty) When I get fat and grumpy, then I will die.
You never know what is going on in that little brain!
Here he is "riding his motorcycle."
He is very responsibly wearing his motorcycle helmet and goggles.
I'll have to remind him next time that bikers wear shirts. :)