Riding in cars with Sean

Sean chats almost constantly from his perch in the far backseat of our minivan.  He often tells me to turn the radio down so I can hear him and we can have a conversation.  Sometimes the conversations are nonsense, but sometimes you can just hear his little mind working and soaking up knowledge.  Lately conversation in the car (and at home) has centered around American Indians and buffalo.  But the other day we deviated from that ever popular topic for this conversation:

Sean: Does anyone like going to jail?
Erin: No.  Jail is not a nice place to be, no one likes going to jail.
Sean: Why not?
Erin: [long explanation of the concept of "freedom"....]
Sean: Well do Daddy's clients like being in jail?
Erin: No.
Sean: When will they ever get out?
Erin: Well, that's Daddy's job.  He goes and talks to the judge about his clients getting out of jail.  He explains to the judge that either his client didn't do whatever they say he did, or maybe he did do it, but for some reason it wasn't really that bad, so Daddy explains that to judge to try to get his client out of jail.
Sean: What's a case?
Erin: Each client has a problem, and that's called his case.  So either Daddy talks to the judge about the case, or he takes the case to trial.
Sean: When is Daddy having another trial?
Erin: I'm not sure.  He might have one next week, but we're not sure yet.
Sean: Well I hope its soon so you and me and Jamesie can eat pancakes for dinner. (!)
Erin: [hmmm....] Yes, being in trial is hard work, so sometimes we have pancakes for dinner.
Sean: Daddy's trials are such hard work that he will be sweating really bad by the time its over.
Erin: [hmmm....] Yes, I suppose Daddy does sweat during trials.
Sean: Like, really a lot.  Because its such hard work.