Susan Feller and her 6-year-old son, Andrew, were involved in some private transportation on Route 1 a few days ago when Andrew came down with a bad case of the hungries. So mother and son stopped at a fast food restaurant and applied hot humburgers to the source of the malady as they watched traffic whiz by on the busy highway.

After a while, a vehicle carrier went past -- a double-decked, elongated truck of the kind that usually hauls new cars from factories to dealers. However, this one was loaded with used cars that had been mashed flat.

"What were those?" Andrew asked.

"Cars that had been flattened," Susan explained.

"Who flattened them?"

Susan's answer popped out before she could properly weigh her words.

"A giant," she said.

Andrew looked at her with the look modern 6-year-olds use when they wish they were old enough to say, "Don't give me that kind of answer. What do you take me for, a child?"

Audibly, Andrew said, with admirable restraint, "What giant?"

Susan knew she was trapped, but she made a valiant effort to extricate herself. She said, "Haven't you heard aobut our giant unemployment rate? We have to find work for them."

Andrew said, "Oh, mother!" but Susan knew exactly what he meant.And I know, too. I used to get that same inflection from the World's Greatest Grandchildren when they were that age and I inflicted puns upon them.

Kids love puns, but they feel obliged to let you know they're too mature for such child's play.