Henry's constructing a Bionicle in the backseat. "I built you a guy," he announces.
I look behind me. It appears to be some sort of three-pronged weapon. "Where's his head?" I ask.
"He doesn't have one," he explains. "He's an Electro-Stabber."
"Why don't you build something friendly?" Scott asks.
"Yes," I agree, "Can't you build something…non-stabby?"
Usually this response drives Henry insane, and he rails against our lack of understanding in such matters. Bionicles and the like were created as weapons of destruction, not diplomacy; when will we pacifist fools understand that?
But this time he pauses and says, "Okay."
A few minutes later he's done. "I built you an Electro-buddy," he says.
I look behind me again. "It looks exactly the same."
"It's a buddy!" he insists.
"Doesn't seem very huggable," I observe.
"Oh, you can hug him," Henry says. "Only if you do you'll get stabbed."