I went to Connecticut this past weekend to visit my sister (as I mentioned in the previous two posts), and the funniest thing happened.
My two-year-old niece, Nora, kept putting this blue plastic golf ball into her mouth. Every time she'd do it, she'd get in trouble and therefore take it out, but after a while she'd put it back in again. After the umpteenth time of this happening, my brother-in-law became angry, so he sat her down and very seriously said, "Nora, just because something fits into your mouth doesn't mean it belongs there."
You know, if only my dad had told me this when I was younger, my life might've turned out much differently.