Grandboy (playing an old-school dungeon crawler video game): Ah! My character. He’s dead.

Me: Jim.

Grandboy: Huh? (distracted by the game, as his other guys are still in battle) O I got the monster. He’s dead.

Me: Jim.

Grandboy: Why do you keep saying, “Jim” when I say, “He’s dead”?

(I proceed to teach him about Bones McCoy, and now this phrase is in his lexicon. Apologies to mamasan)