"Here's 10 shillings for you, Ab, and 10 for you, Benji."
"But, Gran, I'm older!" Abernathy complained. "I should get more money."
"Yes, you're the older brother. You'll probably die before Benji does."
Abernathy looked terrified and Benjamin laughed.
"I'm going to spend all of mine on sweets!" Benjamin declared.
"You'll get fat, lose your teeth, and probably develop diabetes. Then you will probably die first," Gran said.
Father came home and both boys ran up to him, crying.
"Gran says we're going to die!"
"Oh, dear. That's not something to worry about for a long, long time. I'll tell you what: who wants ice cream?"
Benji sobbed. "I don't wanna get fat and have dibeebees and die!"
"What?! Ma, what have you been telling the boys? They're so upset!"
"Just a bit of sweet tooth control. You'll thank me some day."
"No, scaring them like that is not OK! It's a matter of principle."
"You might not remember, but it worked on you!"