Dad is awesome and brings me peeled and sliced apples with a toothpick to eat it.
Today the top tip of the toothpick is cut off.
Me: Dad, did you cut off the tip of this toothpick?
Dad: Yea, I didn’t want you to poke yourself on it.
My dad loves me, but he also thinks I’m 5 years old! *guffaw*
