Yog (playing with his toy gun): I want to take my Axe to school today.
He prefers to call the Gun an Axe. I am guessing it is something to do with his ancestral genes.
Mama: No, we don’t take guns to school.
Yog: Mama, it is OK. This is only a toy. I will not kill everybody.
Mama (wondering): Did he mean, he will only kill some?
Mama: No, if you take guns to school, Police will come and put you in jail.
Yog (thinking about it for some time): Do they have school in jail?
Mama (knowing I have been cornered): No, I don’t think they have school in jails.
Yog (beaming): Then, I want to take my axe to school.