My son (4 years old) is attacking me. For a while, protecting myself with a pillow, I take a fist from him. He goes to his room, brings the sword and announces the new conditions:
Knights with a sword, monsters with ducks (I hold a duck in my hand).
Trying to confuse the grown up, I throw the oak to the side and say:
I don’t have a donkey, so I’m not a monster.
My son’s eyes are serious, and he says to me with a drop of pity:
You are a defenseless monster.