Picture the scene with me if you will....
A recess duty (that would be me) walking around observing and admonishing children on a playground. (Go figure huh). She is joined by Turtle (I did not have to make up a name this time, he calls himself that, and no it is not his actual name.) a third grader of the male persuasion, who actively enjoys hanging out with the "doodies".
Turtle: How come you keep walking so much.
Me: I have to so I can see everything I need to see, it's my job.
Turtle: I am going to invent a machine that you can sit in and not have to move at all.
Me: That's called a car.
Turtle: Yeah but you still have to move your arms, in my machine you will just think you want to go another direction and you will go there.
Me: So we can all get fat, like in WALL-E.
Turtle: Yep that would be awesome.
Me: (Laughing a little) Well you better get going on that.
Turtle: Well I have to graduate from college first (a little indignant).
Turtle: Hey by the time I graduate from college you will probably be dead anyway.
Me: (Looking VERY indignant!) I am not that old! How old do you think I am anyway?
Turtle: Forty Nine.
Me: Are you kidding me? Turtle that hurt! (pretending to be in pain)
Turtle: Well you look pretty old.
(P.S. I am actually only 35, that really did hurt, even from a third grader!)