Our Dinner Conversation the Other Night

Sophie (looking at a bottle of Newman's Own salad dressing): "Is that a picture of the guy who DIED?"

Me (between bites of salad): "Yes."

Harry: "Is he your dad?"

Me: "No, honey, he was an actor."

Harry: "Is your dad dead?"

Me: "No, grandpa isn't dead, thank goodness."

Harry: ?

Me: "My dad is your grandpa."

Harry: "Grandpa is not your dad!"

Me: "Yes, he is."

Harry: "NO HE ISN'T. He likes me! He's just MY grandpa!"

Me: "He doesn't like you. He loves you. And me, and Sophie and your dad, too."

Harry: "He's. Just. Mine. Okay? I'm done with dinner now."