B: Sharp knife, mom. Don't touch!!
Me: Okay, I'll be careful.
B: I don't want to touch a sharp knife.
Me: I just touch the handle.
B: Even when I'm a grownup, I don't want to ever touch a knife.
Me: Then who's going to make your dinner?
B: Remember when I said I'm going to marry somebody named Terry? Maybe he can make my dinner.
:-)