Papyrus

Driving to swimming lessons, we’re stopped at a light. The kiddo throws a ghost punch to my right side. 

“I just punched you in the papyrus.”

“What?”

“I hit you in the papyrus.”

“You mean pancreas. It’s pancreas, not papyrus.”

“Oh. Whoops.”

“Papyrus is kinda cool though. You basically punched me in a really cool type of paper or a slick font.”

“Yeah but I was aiming for your pancreas.”