In the evening after a day of watching the news of Osama Bin Laden's death -
HRH: Osama Bin Laden was a bad guy?
HRH: Those men with guns behind him are his soldiers?
HRH: Are they also dead?
Me: No not all of them
HRH: Do they live in Pakistan? Will they attack us? Do they kill children?
Later at bedtime -
HRH: I can't sleep because I keep thinking of Taliban and those soldiers. Do they live in Pakistan? Can they come here?
Next day while driving down Main Boulevard and seeing a building with broken windows -
HRH: Maybe the Taliban broke this building
A week later -
HRH (fighting with one of his khalas): I want to sell you to Al-Qaeda and get the Taliban to kill you.