Finally remembered one. It isn't really funny, but touching.
When my father died, the town was about 2 hrs from us. We grabbed up the babies and headed there. Son was 9, daughter was 3. Both kids INSISTED on going to the mortuary where the body was; it had not even been embalmbed yet.....still yellow from jaundice, etc. We lifted Kate, age 3 up (she worshipped her grand-da) and she said...."Oh, there is noody home. Ok." She and Luke were both fine after that....