My 5-year-old daughter M- was indulging my 7-year-old son D-'s penchant for spontaneous, awkward hand-to-combat practice one day recently, when he began the following exchange:
D- (with the expected pseudo-karate posturing): I'm gonna break your HEAD off!
M- (popping his balloon as sharply as she can): No, you're not! You'd be in HUGE trouble... You'd have to sit on the STAIRS for the rest of your LIFE!
D- (accepting this at face value, then feeling smug as he thinks about its relative leniency): No more than that, though.
M- (thinking aloud, qualifying her previous statement): ...Until you were a grownup, then you could go back to eating candy, and playing, and everything.
It seems "life" as they know it ends in just a few years. They're probably right.
You may enjoy my previous D- conversations, M- conversations, and (wife) J- conversations.