Little Pete came home from the playground with a bloody nose, black eye, and torn clothing. It was obvious he’d been in a bad fight and lost. While his father was patching him up, he asked his son what happened.
“Well, Dad,†said Pete, “ I challenged Larry to a duel. And, you know, I gave him his choice of weapons.â€
“Uh-huh,†said the father, “that seems fair.â€
“I know, but I never thought he’d choose his sister!â€