My son was unloading the dishwasher, under protest and duress, obviously.
“Hey, can you sort the silverware more carefully,” I reminded him as he threw the forks and spoons around. “Not so Helter Skelter.”
“What’s Helter Skelter?” he asked.
“You know…Charles Manson..was listening to the Beatles Song? While he murdered people, I think.”
“So I shouldn’t murder people while unloading the dishwasher?”
Thee are a few spoons in the fork division, but no other casualties.