Danger Monkey, age 9: “Hey Dad!”

Me: “Whats up, son?”

DM: “You won’t believe it! We found a place in the woods that’s super soggy like a swamp. And it’s covered in these huge briars that scrape your skin really bad. And you have to crawl on your belly in the mud just to get through.”

Me: “Then why are you crawling through it?”

DM: “It’s our new clubhouse! It’s PERFECT!” (runs off)