Out of the Mouths of Babes (or Morbid Humor)

4-year old: "Aunt Connie, I'm going to get you a new dog and she's going to be a Carmen Dog."
Me: "That's sweet, honey. Thank you."
4-year old: "You better not kill this one."

At the time, I tried to explain to her that I had to because she was sick and old and wouldn't get any better.

Later I laughed until I peed.