Caroline is obsessed with Mr. Clean Magic Erasers. Something about their shape and texture just begs to be touched. She calls them "sponges" or "dangerous sponges," and I have to remind her frequently that they are not ok to play with.
She carried a box downstairs a few moments ago.
Caroline: Hey, I found these dangerous sponges. Can I have one?
Mama: No, you know they are dangerous. They have chemicals.
C: Chemicals are sharp and dangerous. But I really want to play with one.
M: Something like that. Right here on the box, it says "Keep out of reach of children!" That means you cannot touch them.
C: But I'm not a children, so I can have a sponge.
M: I think you're a child.
C: Nope, I'm a grown up.
M: Oh you are? Do you drive a car?
C: [sighs, hangs head] No.
M: I didn't think so. And you don't have a job, either.
C: YES! I do have a job!
M: Oh really? What job is that?
C: I pick out sponges. Especially ones in that blue box.