On the drive to daycare/work this morning:
"Mom, where is Nemo?"
"What? Oh. Nemo lives in the ocean."
"Does Nemo lives with his dada?"
"But Mama? How come Nemo not lives with his mama?"
"Nemo doesn't really have a mama."
"What happened to Nemo mama?"
"Well a bigger fish ate her."
"A fish ate her all gone?"
"Yeah, a fish ate her all gone."
"What you mean mama? Where she go? She gone? Why?"
"Well...she's with Nemo in spirit. Do you wanna sing the song about the sun?"
"Yeah! Sun song!"
About 5 minutes later, after we'd sung a rousing rendition of the "Sun Song" (and no, I won't sing it for you, for only the fruits of my womb may be so lucky as to bask in the glory of my beauteous voice):
"Mama, a fish not eat you all gone? Right mama?"
"No I think I'll stick around for awhile."
"I don't want a fish to eat you!"