My friend David, part II

Sam: "Last time, my friend David took a drink of toilet water."

Me: "That's terrible."

Sam: "It is. Then he choked."

My friend David

Sam has this terribly unfortunate friend, David, to whom the most tragic things happen.

David gets eaten by animals.

David falls off the chair.

David hurts himself on the sidewalk.

"One time my friend David got bited by a crocodile," Sam said last night.

The thing is, Sam doesn't have any friends named David. Grandpa's name is David, but he made it clear these tales are not about grandpa. I can only guess who he is imagining and what will happen next to that poor boy.

"How is your friend David today," I asked.

"My friend David did not get eaten by any crocodiles or any tigers or any lions," he replied.

"So is he having a good day?" I asked.

"Yes," said Sam. "Someday he's going to get in trouble by crocodiles. They're going to be wrestling him."

It's time to start praying now, David.