All responsible parents will be able to relate to this one.
It’s Halloween and you allow your son—cleverly named Jordan Butcher—to carve up the pumpkin all by himself. You just hand him the trusty family machete and let him go at it.
However limited your skills at pumpkin carving, but I bet you know that the machete in question is far too large for the job at hand.
No surprise that the tyke ends up butchering himself.
It’s no problem: what really matters is that you do not have to pay for the ER visit.
I trust that it crossed every parent’s mind that young Jordan possesses a leer that tells us that he feels ecstatic about carving things up. Do you really think that this young Butcher is going to limit himself to vegetable matter? If you do, why did you name this postmodern Jack the Ripper-- Jordan the Butcher.