My landlord was outside today bashing up pieces of concrete. The goal was chunks of gravel and Joe tends to find the most labor-intensive route to any goal so that's how it manifested today.

His young son, Odin, was outside watching.

"Okay I'm going to swing the hammer, you need to stand back," Joe said.

"Could that hammer hurt my foot?" Odin asked.

"Yes, it could hurt you very badly."

"Could it kill me?"

"No it couldn't kill you."

"Oh," he said, disappointed.