Where There’s Smoke…

(At my primary school, there is a disciplinary system where students receive a verbal warning, then two yellow cards, then a red card. My little brother is quite badly behaved, and is inseparable from his two best friends. This is when he is six or seven years old.)

Little Brother: *running to Mum at pickup* “Guess what?! [Best Friend #1] and [Best Friend #2] both got straight red cards today!”

Mum: “Really? Must have been a terrible thing they did.”

Little Brother: “Yeah! They brought in a big pack of matches and set a fire in the playground!”

Mum: “And where were you during all this?”

Little Brother: “Oh, I was off collecting firewood.”