(Last night)

Me: Ok buddy, hop into bed.

The Chicken: Don't forget the closet light, Dad.

Me: I won't. Do you want this window open?

Chicken: No thanks.

Me: Are you sure? It's a little warm in here.

Chicken: Hm… ok, just a smidge.

(pause)

Chicken: Dad?

Me: Yeah?

Chicken: Do people ever climb in through open windows to steal from houses?

Me: Oh, sure! All the time!

Chicken: (hesitant) Really?

Me: Yeah, really.

(pause)

Me: But not second floor windows, you goof.

Chicken: Oh, ok.

Me: How would somebody get in your window? There's nothing to climb or stand on.

Chicken: They could use a ladder.

Me: True, they could. But we live on a busy street. Nobody's going to do something like that.

Chicken: No?

Me: Of course not. Why would a crook risk propping a giant ladder against the side of the house when it would be easier and less conspicuous to break a window downstairs?

Chicken: Oh, yeah. I guess that makes sense.

(pause)

Chicken: Dad?

Me: Yeah?

Chicken: Do you think someone's going to break a window downstairs to come in and rob us?

Why the hell did I not see that trap from a kilometer away? I may have given our son a long-term burglar phobia.