a) go check on what the little trouble maker is up to
OR
b) sit down, pull out a magazine and enjoy the 5 minutes of silence.
Please tell me I am not the only one who sometimes (OK, more than sometimes) chooses option b. If I am then I have just earned Worst Mother of the Year Award, and I will probably win it every year from here on out so you might as well not even try to run against me.
Of course I do feel a teeny, tiny bit bad when Daphne emerges into my quiet zone holding a giant, razor sharp fork that she dug out of the back of a kitchen cabinet...
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I suspect you have either exaggerated the sharpness of the fork or grossly underestimated the sharpness of razors. :) But i know what you mean... i think.
While there may be some mild exaggeration here, this fork is actually very sharp. Next time you're over I'll stab you with it and you can see what I mean.
Oh, I laughed so hard, I had tears! :)
I think you learned option b from me. Remember the 'haircut'? Maybe put the fork in a fireproof safe and go on enjoying the five minutes of silence.
Sure they are sharp Nathan -- you know the verse "..as fork sharpeneth fork.." or the old saying "not the sharpest fork in the drawer", or a smart person is "sharp as a fork".
Forks are well known for their razor sharpness.
I love how incredibly happy she is with the fork :) She looks quite pleased with herself!
Awesome! Note to self: move razor sharp fork from kitchen.
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