"Mom, if you die. I'll keep one of your bones. Uh, yeah, your skull."
"What would you do with it W?"
"I would keep it in my room for show."
"Well, I'm not dying anytime soon so you'll have to wait."
"Good." Big smile.
"Happy dreams, Mommy. I love you...forever."
Maybe cabin fever has set in?
I think so!