Your honor, spare my son!

While walking home from school, Henry and I start talking about tightrope walking. Naturally.

Me: you know, a guy walked between the twin towers on a tightrope.

Henry: I know. And he died.

Me: No, he didn't. He made it over.

Henry: I thought he died.

Me: No, just got arrested.

Henry: Wouldn't he rather have been dead than be in jail for LIFE?!

Me: Wait, what? No one was in jail for life. I don't think he was in jail at all, actually.

Henry: I think he should have stared at the cops at the other end of the tightrope, and he should have said, "Well, here goes nothing," then spread his arms out and jumped.

Me: Gah! That sounds awful!

Henry: That's what they do on TV shows.

Me: What TV shows are you watching where people commit suicide by tightrope?

Henry: They're always jumping off buildings so they don't have to go to jail.

Me: I think those are superheroes who enjoy the power of flight.

Henry: What's so bad about jail, anyway?

Me: Well, you know. No freedom. You're trapped in there with criminals. Like that.

Henry: I don't think I'd do well in jail. I'm not a tough guy.

Me: No?

Henry: Nope. Not a toughie.