Imposterous and Cemeteries

On our drive home from Brian Head, I put my feet on the dashboard.

Daniel asked, "If we get into an accident, will you have imposterous legs?"

I asked him if he meant "prosthetic" and he said, "Yep."

Today I was telling him his grandma was taking him to the school cafeteria for breakfast tomorrow.

He exclaimed, "They have a place at school where they put dead people?!"

I laughingly replied, "Not a cemetery- a cafeteria where you eat food."