I was helping Reilly, my first grader, build a Space Alien from items around the house; a school assignment due tomorrow. As a final touch we were gluing a rubber band to his head to form a mouth.
"Make him smiling."
"Because he's happy."
"Why is he happy?"
"Because he just finished sucking someones brains out of their head."
"You and I are so ending up in the school counselor's office."