Tonight at the dinner table, Max asked me if I was born when Abraham Lincoln was President.
I told him no.
He moved his hands above his head. "Who was President when you were born?"
His eyes glared at me. "Is he alive?"
"No Max he isn't."
"Well then Mom, you need to go visit his grave."
Last week Max kept asking me if we can visit Uncle Grant's grave. He repeated this sentence until I finally told him his grave is in Utah far away from here.