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." "Uh-huh," said the father, "that seems fair."
"I know, but I never thought he'd choose his sister!"