Weapon Of Choice

Zach came into the living room yesterday morning to ask me if I'd fix him some cereal. I had been eating a Cinnamon Crack bagel with low fat cream cheese, so before I got up I grabbed my empty plate and my knife to take into the kitchen with me. When he saw me pick up the knife he yelled, "Don't cut me!!".

I pretended I was going to cut him with the knife, so he ran into the kitchen, opened the silverware drawer and got a spoon. He brandished his spoon in the air, did a Kung Fu move and yelled,

"I've got a spoon and I'm not afraid to use it!!!!!!"