As our phone call was ending, Mom reminded, "Just be careful with the knives, ok?"

Suggesting an awkwardness on my part, the comment induced a puffing of the chest and an accompanying fist thump. My eyebrows strained toward one another as I began to brood. The nerve! What use is there in cutting myself, after all, when Miles has already purchased the new set of knives?

I'm just glad he finally got the hint. I've spent years nicking myself hoping to get some action on the knife replacement front.

That's my story and I am sticking to it!