Prison Break

The sprinklers had come on in the backyard. Noticing that Parker had left her flip flops in the middle of the yard, and knowing that Landon wouldn't mind getting a little sprinkled, I asked him to go and retrieve them. Landon anxiously accepted my request. Stealthily he crouched, sprung, rolled and crawled to the center of the lawn, avoiding the streams of moving water. He looked as if he might be a spy working to avoid a myriad of laser alarms. Upon his return I stated, "you did it, little spy guy" to which he replied, "I am not a spy, I was practicing a prison break." Hmmmm....should I worry that he is practicing this as it may someday come in handy?