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Jean Pierre: Dad?

Me: Yes, son?

Jean Pierre: Do you know where I keep my money?

Me: *wincing* Uh, no. Where?

Jean Pierre: In my shoe.

Me: Why?

Jean Pierre: Well, you know how bad my feet smell?

Me: *wincing again* Yes.

Jean Pierre: That’s why.

Me: What?

Jean Pierre: That’s why I keep my money there!

Me: Why?

Jean Pierre: *exasperated* ’cause they stink!

Me: I guess that makes sense.

Jean Pierre: No, Dad. See? If a robber, like, got into my shoes to steal my money…

Me: Yeah?

Jean Pierre: He’d like smell the money after he got it wouldn’t he?

Me: What?

Jean Pierre: Of course! You always smell your money.

Me: uh, huh.

Jean Pierre: And he’d go Yuckk! and put it back! See?

Me: *nodding gravely* Yes, I do see. I’d do the same thing, son.

Jean Pierre: Pablo’s feet don’t stink as much as mine do. So he keeps his money up his …

Me: That’s enough about money!

Jean Pierre: Just sayin’.