maybe we don’t have to kill all the lawyers

Caleb returned from his first playdate at someone else’s house yesterday. His first off-site friend visit since we’ve moved here. In the car on the way home:

Caleb: Simo’s dad gives money away for his job.

Me (thinking philanthropy, grants office, fairy godfather): Really? What does he do?

Caleb: He’s a lawyer.

I’m thinking Caleb has confused “give” with “take.”