While assembling furniture, my friend Debbie asked her roommate's five-year-old son to bring her a screwdriver.
'Do you want a 'Daddy' screwdriver or a 'Mommy' screwdriver?' the little boy asked.
Confused but preoccupied, Debbie absentmindedly said, 'Bring me a 'Mommy' screwdriver.'
The child came back and handed her a butter knife.