We were on the way to town and Dominic kept putting things into his mouth. We are trying to break him of this habit so would confiscate the item every time it happened. Dominic was getting frustrated with the situation, but not enough to quit putting things into his mouth. He asked Jon why we kept taking his things.
"Dominic, every time you put something into your mouth I'm going to take it away from you."
"Even my head, Daddy?"
There was a slight pause as, I'm sure, Jon tried to picture how this would even work.
"Yes, Dominic, even your head."
"But Daddy, it won't come off."
We heard grunts from the back seat.
"See! I tried to take it off and it just won't come off."
"Then don't put things into your mouth and you won't lose them, Dominic."
"Would you take my hand?"
"But you can't take my hand. It's stuck too and if you tried it would hurt. And I'm special so you can't hurt me!"
Jon and I were trying very hard not to laugh by this point. And Jon muttered. "It's too bad he's so smart."
Ah, yes! Just not smart enough to quit putting things into his mouth. Sigh!