Andy/5 years old: Mom, can you tell me all the bad words?
Mom/wore Debbie Gibson's perfume and twisty beads: No.
Andy/thinks he's on earth by accident, and therefore all humans owe him some serious explanations: Why not?
Mom/running out of serious enough explanations: I don't want you to say them.
Andy/smarter than humans: But mom, I'm not going to say them. I just need to know them so I can tell everyone else what not to say to me.
Mom/smarter than Andy: Okay. The bad words are: me, want, hate, and gimme.
Andy/maybe smarter than Mom: Oh. Thanks mom. pause. You're lying.
Andy/he lost a library book: Mom!!! Can you help me find this thing!!! Bloody h.e.double hockey sticks.
Mom/mad at Ron Weasley: What?! Don't say that, Andy.
Andy/thinks his brain is a seperate entity he can't control: Why not?
Mom/trying to keep it simple: Because it's a bad word.
Andy/going to bed early tonight: Oh. Okay. Cally!!! Can you help me find this thing!!! Bloody h.e.double hockey sticks.
Me want some serious explanations.