Me: So, would you let a box of money in a truck drive away or help an old lady across the street?

Grandboy (scoffs): Grandpa. I’d help the old lady.

Me: Even if you knew you’d never get the money?

Grandboy: Was it my money in the box?

Me: Does that matter?

Grandboy: Well I’d need to know if I had to work harder to pay my bills.

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Me: Well what if she was a mean old lady?

Grandboy: How do you mean? Like mean to me or mean to everyone?

Me: Everyone. She trips little kids and laughs at them.

Grandboy: Well… I’d get the money and use it to visit her and maybe help her in the hospital.