This morning:
Me: grandma and grandpa are coming next week. It's going to be great!
Wyatt: I wish Grandma and Grandpa had kids.
Me: They have kids, son. Me.
Wyatt: Oh. Are you an only child?
Me: I have a sister, named Julie. You've met her.
Wyatt: Well, sorry, mom. I don't know everything about your childhood. I wasn't there, you know. I was still up in heaven.
