Error and Fresh were currently trying to teach their son, Klez on what to do if a stranger tries to talk to him. Klez was only four, but they wanted to make sure he would be safe.
"Alright, now what do you say if a stranger asks if you want candy?"
"No!" Klez answered. Fresh smiled and patted his head. Klez smiled.
"Very good" Error stood in the doorway, smiling softly at this.
"I'm gonna make some lunch for the little gremlin. What do want for lunch, Klez?" Fresh asked Klez, kneeling down to his height.
"Macaroni and cheese and apple juice!" Klez answered excitedly. Fresh chuckled and gave Klez a kiss on the cheek.
"Okay"
As Klez waited at the table for his lunch, Error sat down next to Klez. Klez smiled and climbed onto his dad's lap and played with his scarf.
"Hey Klez, wanna know something?" Klez looked up, whispering a little 'what'.
"Always remember.. To carry a fork with you. If someone tries to rob you, pull the fork out of your pocket and say 'thank you Lord for this meal I'm about to have', and start running at them with the fork"
"Error! Don't tell him that!"
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