Brock: Mom, what happens when Hell hits your head?
Brock: What happens when Hell hits your head?
Me: Um, I'm not really sure what you're asking, Brock. When... what? hits your head?
Brock: You know. (making hand gestures, repeatedly touching the crown of his head with his fingers pinched together) When Hell hits you with those little white dots.
Me: (finally realizing I really shouldn't take every sound of words my kids say at face value) OH! You mean when HAIL hits you?
Brock: Yeah. (Like, duh, that's what I've said three times now.) What is it made of?
Me: (explanation of what hail is)
Brock: So, is it bad? What happens?
Me: No, it just hurts a lot if you're outside and it lands on you.
So glad he was asking about weather!