(Required reading background: Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, or any of the Harry Potter books.)
Danny: I don't think so--oh, yeah, Mikey accidentally healed me last night.
Me: Mikey, please don't heal your brother any more.
Mikey: Wouldn't you rather have a black eye than a hurt arm?
At this point, we've entered that weird universe of dialog with children. You need a willing suspension of comprehension to survive there.
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