The phone rang at work. Janelle was on the other end, and asked, "Do you have your pocket knife on you?"
"Of course I do. It won't do you much good until I get home."
"I don't need it. I'm just wondering where the one on the kitchen floor came from?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"The pocket knife on the kitchen floor. You know, the one your three year old daughter used to cut open a box of granola bars and a bag of m&m's. Don't worry, after using it, she folded it up before leaving it on the floor."
"Does she have all her fingers still?"
"Yes. Stop leaving your pocket knives lying around."
"I didn't know I had any others besides mine. By the way, that is pure awesome!"
