Morning with the boy child

I walked into the kitchen this morning and the boy child looked up from his computer and said, “they murdered me.”

“At least, it wasn’t in your sleep,”I replied.

“My stepmother doesn’t care that I was murdered.”

“No, I care if you are murdered, but if you are awake you have a fighting chance. If you are asleep then they can just kill you.”

“Hmm… you have a point.”