Me - you go jail.
Wyatt - what about kids?
Me - their parents go to jail.
Wyatt's wheels are turning for a bit ....
Wyatt - what about orphans?
Now my wheels are turning and holding back laughter while watching Cherise crack up across the table from me ...
Me - then thy go to jail.
Wyatt - what if we're having a party in the backyard and I poop in the middle of everyone?
Me - that would be really gross, but you won't go to jail.
Wyatt - don't worry mom, I won't poop in the backyard.
Well - now that we have that cleared up.
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