Brief story, but worth saving for posterity, I think.
Me: Collin, why don't you say good morning to Ian? Say something nice to him before you run off to be crazy.
Collin: (in simpering baby voice) Ian, you're the youngest person in this house!
Ian: (whimper, quivery lip)
Collin: (same voice) No, no, don't cry! That means you'll be the last to die!
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