On Sunday after church, Gabriel came up to me very distraught. He accused his friend of stealing his DNA. After I questioned him a little, here’s the story I got.
Gabe was at the water fountain getting a drink when his friend walked up and refused to wait his turn. Gabe was really upset, and told him, “Don’t drink it! My DNA is all over it.”
The friend laughed, and said, “I’m going to take it.” Then he proceeded to drink from the water fountain.
Gabe was utterly crushed. I told him he had plenty of DNA left, but that still didn’t seem to help him feel any better. He was certain his friend stole it.