[Dad is starting to cut the grass. Charles come sidling up, eyeing Dad nervously. Dad stops the lawn mower.]
Dad: Yes, Charles?
Charles: Daddy, don’t mow people.
Dad: You mean, don’t run over people with the lawn mower?
Charles: Yes.
Dad: OK, I won’t do that.
Charles: Awe wight. Because that’s it.
[Assured of the safety of the local populace, Charles scampers off to play]