Daniel talking to a friend, Athena, aged 4.
Dan: “So where is your grandad?”
Athena: “He’s under the Rainbow Bridge.”
D: “The what?”
A: “The Rainbow Bridge. He’s sleeping under the Rainbow Bridge.”
Dan pauses, studies her face, frowns and with barely concealed disdain says totally matter of factly:
“You mean he’s dead?”
The two adults listening in to the conversation in the front of the car had to ram knuckles into their mouths to contain the over riding urge to guffaw.