Carl came downstairs this morning with a playsilk and asked me tie him a cape. Then he announced: CARL: I've been thinking about parachuting. ME: You mean you want to go sky-diving? CARL: Yeah. ME: You should ask your Uncle Tim about it. He has gone sky-diving before. CARL: Really? MADDY: (enters the room) What are you talking about? CARL: My Uncle Tim! Mom says he's gone sky-diving, which is another word for parachuting. And he's still alive! I know! I've seen him.