Let's face it, your children don't have any hand-eye coordination. Or, in my case, hands or eyes. You see, I don't have any children and I want to keep it that way -- at least until I come up with a really clever alias. Beefy McLargehuge? So yeah, you might want to get your kids some $2 dinosaur chopsticks before they poke their own eyes out with separated ones. And get me a few pairs while you're at it. Now I know what you're thinking, "Hey GW -- these are probably the closest you'll ever come to having a dino in your mouth". And, well, now you're just being vicious.
Thanks to Closet Nerd, who once fell asleep in there and never heard his friend yell rodeo.