Stephen has a flimsy, plastic, toy hunting knife. The other day he was playing a little too violently with it. I gave him a warning: do it again, and I'll take the knife away.
The following day he did it again. Here was our conversation:
Me: [My hand extended.] Hand over the knife.
Stephen: But Mom...
Me: HAND OVER THE KNIFE. I warned you yesterday.
Stephen: But Mom, it's my favorite toy, and look at this....[He steps up to me and points at some fine print on the plastic blade. Clearly impressed by something, he continues]. IT'S FROM CHINA.
Stephen: It says right here, "Made In China". That's, like, across the ocean. It's very important. I may never have another toy all the way from China.
Me: You know what? I think the odds are in your favor.