Asking the right questions....

Zachary has thrown himself against my parents front door, barricading it. Loudly. My sister and I look up from the couch where we're sitting.

Me: "Hey Z, what are you doing?"

Zachary: "I'm just hiding someone's body."

Oh. Right. Silly me.
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It did make some sense. He and my father were playing a game with a doll whose head had fallen off. So Zachary hid the body, while my father ran around the house with the disembodied head trying to reunite himself.

Um... Right. Some sense. Sort of like "Baron Muchauson". But without Robin Williams.