Maybe the wrong place to post this, so I can delete it if need be.
So I was examining a half-worked stave for the hundredth time today that I've got in my bedroom just hanging out leaning against a wall, when my 3 year old came running in and goes, "Wow! What's that?!"
The dialogue procedes as follows:
"It's gonna be a bow." "That's not a bow, it doesn't got a string!" "Well, it's not finished yet. I still have some work to do." "You can't forget the string and those sticks!" "What sticks?" "Those sticks you put with the bow so when you pull the string back and let go they fly away and kill people!"
I've never been so horrified and proud at the same time of my little girl. I guess she'll be the type to kill people for food when the world ends.