With his enormous bright smile lighting up his face, he ascends the stairs and says, "Mom, I have something to tell you. The other day at school, someone was bending down getting a drink of water at the water fountain. I had this compelling urge to push his head into the water... [at this point he is laughing so hysterically at the mere thought of this ever happening that he can hardly continue with this tale of great comedic value]...but don't worry. I didn't act on this urge."
"Oooohkay....thanks....for that....story. I don't really know what to say. Um. I, too, am glad you did not act on your 'compelling urge'. Have a nice day."
Chuck was a quiet bystander as Gavin relayed his fantasy dastardly deed to me. I turned around to him and asked, "Did that conversation just happen? Only Gavin would think to put it in those terms and also confess to me that he even thought it."
Chuck said, "Ya. The difference between me and him is that I would have actually done it."
