Jail

This is the conversation we had when we arrived home from gymnastics this morning:

Bp:  Mommy, I wasn't strapped in.
Me:  Benjamin, I heard it click.
Bp:  I unstrapped it.
Me:  (in my most serious voice)  Benjamin, that is very unsafe and Mommy could go to jail for that.
Bp:  (in his most serious voice)  That's good to know.  But Mommy, I would come and get you if you were in jail.
Me:  That's also good to know.  I appreciate that.  But please don't do that again.