They're Plotting Something...

So, the baby, or Philip if you prefer, was laying in my lap after finishing a light, mommy-provided snack. He looks at me and very clearly says, "Die."

I reply, "No, no! You don't want Mommy to die! Luke, did the baby just tell me to die?"

At this point, Helen jumps on the band wagon and starts dancing about chanting, "Die mama, die! Mama Die!" And laughing hysterically.

Now I am afraid, very afraid.