In discussing with my husband some recent, morbid news story, I did what all good parents do.  I spelled.  Jake was so upset that we had "secrets", that he actually almost began crying.  He came to me later and said, in a very sad voice, "I just keep wanting to know what it was.  I don't like wondering." 

[as a side note: apparently, my husband isn't as "quick" as I am, because he didn't know what I was talking about either.] 

brooke