My son and I were eating pizza for dinner last night. My daughter was at her mom's house at the time. After dinner I was going to be heading down to the basement to work on assembling the computer desk for the "library/craft room", and I didn't want to forget the screwdriver so I had it sitting next to my plate.
Son (with pizza halfway to mouth): Why's the screwdriver there?
Me (smiling an evil smile): In case I need to kill you.
Son (frozen, mouth open, eyes big): ... uh.
Me: Hahahahah. Just kidding.
Son: You're just not right.