You Have Hands

Here's a funny (or as Ben would pronounce it, "fundy", he inserts a "d" into many words) Ben story:

At his birthday party, he was opening one of his toys. It was in a box, so he needed help opening it. Husband was on the floor with them, and I was sitting on the couch, taking pictures. I offered to help Ben open the box and he said, "No, daddy has a knife. You have, hands."

Lest anyone not understand that, husband has a pocket knife. We don't walk around totin' butcher knives! Well, unless you make me really mad. :)