My nephew and I (he's four now) were talking on the phone the other day, mostly about cars,→[More:] particularly where I could go in Queens to find a hood for a '51 Ford pickup truck -- medium sized, not too big -- and a small assortment of engine and transmission parts that he must have learned about from the muscle car photo book I gave him last Christmas, when he stopped and said, "[Hugh], I'm not the same as you."

"You're not?"

"No, and you're not the same as me. We do different things," and here was a long pause as he thought, "because it's the law."