Isaac [apropos nothing]: “If you die when Mom is gone, I’ll just go over to one of my friends to play. At least until someone comes along and recognizes you are dead.”
Richard: “You’ll go play?!”
Isaac: “Yeah. What do you want me to do, stay here? That would be creepy!”
Richard: “Wouldn’t you call 911?”
Isaac: “Why? You’re dead.”
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I think we have a problem…..