Fork vs. butter knife?

Sitting at dinner, waiting for our meal to arrive, Charlie raises his fork and knife and says, “In a battle, which one do you choose?”

Do you know how many times I’ve wondered this very thing myself?

Thousands.

At last I have someone to talk to about it.

This is one of the many things I love so much about my son:

He thinks like I do.

I expect this debate to continue for decades. Meal after meal, this choice will be discussed and debated. It will be joyous.

For the record, the knife was a serrated butter knife, and the fork was a standard, three-pronged affair.

Charlie chose fork. I chose butter knife. After much debate, we each held our ground.

For now.