As I was putting the kids to bed, Miles says to me:
"When I die I am going to ask Jesus not to wrap me. I want to run and play up in Heaven."
I assured him that people aren't "wrapped" up any more and are actually buried in clothes. He then thought about it and told me that he then wants to be buriend in "really old clothes" because he likes his clothes.
Okay. And don't ask where he came up with this. Lazarus? Jesus? I haven't a clue.