Stasiu Tells a Story

On the way home from school today, Stasiu decided to tell me a story he had heard last week in school. He told me this story last week but apparently forgot. The conversation went like this:

Stasiu: Mom, do you know about Irvan?
Me: You mean Ivan?
Stasiu: Right, Ivan. Well, he plunked out..
Me: He plucked out someone's eyes.
Stasiu: Right. There was this architect who made a beautiful building and Irvan..
Me: Ivan.
Stasiu: Right. Ivan thought it was so beautiful that he plunk, er took out the architects eyes. He didn't want him to look at it.
Me: Ivan the Terrible didn't want the architect to build another building like it again. Ivan wanted it for himself.
Stasiu: Right. So he took the architects eyes. And you know what, Mommy? He was still alive when he did it!! Have you heard this story before, Mommy?
Me: Yes, honey.
Stasiu: Really, when?