We drive past a cemetery on the way to school.
S: When daddy dies I'm going to fool the robbers. I'm going to find the stone that says "Steve" and put it there, and fool the robbers.
I interject: How will that fool the robbers?
S: They'll think he's there.
M: Where is he?
S: I dug him up.
M: doesn't that make you the robber, then?
S: No. I'm the paleontologist.
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