The toddler walks in with his new acquisition.
ME: You have a battleaxe?
He nods grimly with a small satisfied smile. His little fists loosen slightly before tightening up again on the axe handle.
I play along.
ME: Don't chop anybody's head off with it.
He looks down at it, then slowly back up at me. He tilts his head quizzically, a disappointed look on his face.
HIM (sadly): Why?