Ian and I had just climbed into our car when I reminded him to put his seat belt on.
His little voice from the back seat said, "Cuz we don't want to go to jail, huh mom."
To which I replied, "No we don't".
Then he said, "Because all they give you to eat in prison is chili and all you get to do every day is smash rocks."
Thank you dear movie makers for giving my son the motivation to stay out of prison. Had you chosen to show the prisoners eating steak and potatoes instead of the slop that Ian has interpreted as chili, I might be in trouble. And had you shown them playing basketball instead of 'smashing rocks' I might have lost him already.
One 6 year old boy has made up his mind that prison is indeed, no place for him. Chili and smashing rocks is the worst punishment he can imagine.
And for this, I thank you.