Me: Ally, don't wave your utensils around like that. You'll either drop it or stick a fork in your cheek.
Ally: My pencil?
Me: Your utensil.
Ally: I don't have a pencil, Mommy. This is a fork!
Me: Forks, spoons, and knives are called utensils.
Ally: Not a pencil?
Me: Nope. Your fork is a utensil.
(Pause) Ally: My pencil? You're being silly!