Scissors

Royanne: (from the bathroom) Dad, whatever you do, don't tell mom. She'll get really mad at me!
Me: (from the bedroom) What did she do?
Dad: (coming down the hall) She used sharp scissors to open the hot chocolate package.
Royanne: (upon entering and hearing us talking about her) Am I in trouble? Are you going to make me stand in that HATEFUL CORNER?!
Me: (suppressing a grin) No, since you didn't get hurt, that's all that is important.
Royanne: (going over to her desk) Maybe I should take some of these kid scissors in the kitchen for me to use!