Which brings me to another topic. My dad thinks I'm either a six year-old or retarded. He freaks out whenever I use the electric hand mixer because he thinks that somehow I'm going to get caught in the beaters. Whenever I have a sandwich at a restaurant with my parents he gets freaked out that I'm going to swallow the toothpick in the sandwich. Then when we were planning a camping trip to Washington he told my mom; "We better keep an eye on Kristen and make sure she doesn't get eaten by a bear."
Context knows that the number one threat to America is bears.