George was reading a Sleeping Beauty board book with my mom on the couch. They were on the part of the book where Aurora has just pricked her finger, and is sprawled out on the floor, asleep, at Maleficent's feet.
Grandma Christy: [Pointing at Aurora.] Is she sleeping? She's sleeping, huh?
George: [Taps Aurora's sleeping form three times.] Dead, dead, dead!
Heather: ...or she's dead.