A few days ago, I took a nap with Curious George. When he woke up, he sat up on the bed and started talking to me.
CG: A long time ago, I had a baby brother.
CG: I had a baby brother and he was this small (gesturing with his hands) and I love him.
Me: Matty, you don't have a brother.
CG: I do, a long time ago! And he was small and then he died. (sad face) And he turned into...um.. what do you call it again?
Me: An angel?
CG: Oh yeah! My little brother died and became angel and I never saw him again. Ever.
Me: Matty, you don't have a brother. You only have sisters.
CG: I do! He's turns into an angel with my grandfathers and now he's watching over you!
I don't know about you, but now I'm scared.