Life goes on hard.

We were sing the Beatles' "Life Goes On" at the dinner table, ending with "lalalala life goes on..."

The kid finished the sentence. "Hard. Life goes on hard."

I asked him what he meant.

"Hard. Dangerous." He continued.

"Fires. Guns. Soldiers. Soldiers and guns."

We were already a little concerned at this point. He kept going, staring off into the distance. "Lions. Tigers."

Then with a straight face he yelled, "MEATBALLS FALLING FROM THE SKY!"

(starting to sound like a chip off the old block?)