I got a new wallet, and gave Scout my old one. Out of paper, she made herself a driver's license, a credit card, a bus pass and something with my name on it.
"So I'll always remember you," she said. "After you pass away."
(I told her that, in this household, we say "die." Why? "Because 'passed away' is for wimps.")
[The next morning, I told Scout I wanted to snooze a little while she ate breakfast. "Dad," she said, "in this house we don't say 'snooze.' We say, 'sleep.'"]