One More Garrettism

A couple of days ago we bought Garrett a black robe and scythe so he could dress as the grim reaper for Halloween. Since then, for his entertainment, he has taken to using the scythe like a fighting staff which resulted in the following conversation:

Garrett: Dang it. The head of my scythe flew off again.

Steve: That's because you keep thrashing it about.

Garrett: I'm not thrashing it about, I'm just waving it around.

Me: (shoots wine out nose laughing)