The other day Nigel was coming home from work and he saw Frances and a few of her friends out in our front yard pretending to dig with shovels.
He asked, "Are you planting a garden?"
Frances replied, "No, we're having a war."
Looking puzzled, Nigel queried, "A war? Is that how you're fighting?"
Frances matter of factly answered, "No. We finished the war. Now we're taking care of all the bodies."