(I was brushing my teeth, so it's hard to type out the phonetics of my responses...I'll just type it as it was intended.)
Christopher: Hey, Mom? Me and Andrew are gonna have a swordfight, K?
Christopher: But we are going to do it downstairs.
Me: Good choice.
Christopher: Yeah, 'cause we don't want anyone to get hurt.
Me: Smart thinking.
Christopher: Ok, we're gonna go now.
Me: Have fun.
After he left the doorway of the bathroom, I realized the absurdity of the conversation in which I had just participated.
And in case I need to say it, they're plastic swords...