My eldest daughter told me about a dream...

She was in the kitchen when she heard someone come into the house through the front door. She picked up a frying pan and hide by the refrigerator. A voice called out "I've got a gun." She responded "...and I've got a frying pan and I know how to use it*".
Then she woke up. She later told me, "Dad I'd have liked to know how that dream ended." I know how it would have ended. I'm getting her a pistol and taking her to the range.

Frying pan my ass.

*She had watched Tangled the night before.