Maximus: Simon is feeling better.
Me: Max, Simon was too sick, so he couldn't ever feel better. He died, and now he is gone.
Maximus: We just need to go in the car to the store and get him some Gatorade to make him feel better.
Me: Gatorade won't make him feel better, sweetheart. He is gone, and we can't give him any Gatorade.
Maximus: Well, let's get in the car and go to him.
Me: We can't get in the car and go to him, Max. I'm sorry, buddy. He is gone and we can't see him anymore.
Maximus: (quietly) I don't like that.
Me: I know, Max. I'm sorry.
Maximus: Grandmama is feeling good now.