Today I walked into the kitchen make myself a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. Upon entering said room, I found my sister. It is not important what she was doing only that she was there.

Anyway, I walked in and discovered the bread knife in drawer where it was suppose to be. With the happiness that comes from something being as it should, I removed the knife from its resting place.

As I did this, my sister, eyeing me with a kind of sideways wariness, picks up one of those all purpose kitchen knifes. Once we had eyed each other thoroughly the following dialog ensued.

Little sister: my knife is bigger.
Me: no, yours is only wider. If you were to make them the same height they would be the equal.
Little sister: yeah, but mine would hurt more.
Me: how do you know that? I think a bread knife would hurt pretty bad.
Little sister: Well, if a bread knife hurts more, why didn’t scream use one then?

To this I had no answer so I had to concede.