"Daddy, why do you have a book called Please Kill Me on your bookshelf?"

"Oh, that's right. I forgot you can read."

"Is it about people asking other people to kill them with swords and maces and cars and stuff?"

"No, it's an oral history of punk rock in the 1970s."

"What does that mean?"

"It's not important."

"OK. Why do you have a book called The Soccer War? Is it about people having war during a soccer game?"

"Kind of."

"And why do you have a book called Black Friday? Is it about a Friday where everything turns black?"

"No."

"Why do you have a book called Dating Your Mom? That just sounds weird."

"It's a comedy book."

"Oh. And why do you have a book called Rabbit At Rest? Is it about rabbits resting?"

"No, it's part of an endless series about some guy's mid-life crisis in the suburbs."

"That sounds boring. Can we talk about something else, please?

"Anything you want."

"OK. Why do you have a book called I, Fatty?"

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