Heard at the State Fair

Mother to her child: "Oh look sweetie. They're whittling."

She motions to a group of older people making small, wooden, animal statues.

Old Lady (with disdain): "We're CARVING, not whittling. Whittling is when old men shave the end of a stick into a point. We're carving."

Mother: "Oh. Sorry. Come on sweetie. Let's go."

 

We'll whittle a tune while you whittle that stick.

You don't whittle, you say? We don't take kindly to your types round here.