Michael is a curious boy whose meat and vegetables are cut up into small chunks. He is six years old and my nephew.
MICHAEL: Can I cut your ham for you, Kow-Foo?
ME: Sure. Michael, you see these ridges on the knife?
MICHAEL: Yeah.
ME: You know what they're called, what this knife is called?
MICHAEL: Ummm... No.
ME: Serrated. This is a serrated knife.
MICHAEL: Okay why?
ME: Well... I'm not sure why it's called that but see how it makes cutting the meat easier? Like sawing?
MICHAEL: Yeah, I don't have to push down so hard. Daddy, look! I'm cutting Kow-Foo's ham with a serrated knife!
ME: Michael, it's always good to learn more words. Tons of words. The more words the better. Always. Do you understand?
MICHAEL: Yeah.
MICHAEL: Can I cut your ham for you, Kow-Foo?
ME: Sure. Michael, you see these ridges on the knife?
MICHAEL: Yeah.
ME: You know what they're called, what this knife is called?
MICHAEL: Ummm... No.
ME: Serrated. This is a serrated knife.
MICHAEL: Okay why?
ME: Well... I'm not sure why it's called that but see how it makes cutting the meat easier? Like sawing?
MICHAEL: Yeah, I don't have to push down so hard. Daddy, look! I'm cutting Kow-Foo's ham with a serrated knife!
ME: Michael, it's always good to learn more words. Tons of words. The more words the better. Always. Do you understand?
MICHAEL: Yeah.
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