McRae: Mom, I just thought I saw a razor in the garbage.
Me: Yeah, well, sometimes there are razors in the garbage.
McRae: No mom, a razor, a real one.
Me: Yes, I know, like I said -
McRae: Mom, the cellphone kind.
*slaps self on forehead and walks away in shame.
ps. There will be news of the project Wyatt is working on next week!