A few days ago Jack went out with Grandma for an ice-cream date. She also swung by the local grocery store with him for a special toy treat–a pack of five superhero cars. The next morning, after lining his new cars up on the couch . . .
Jack: "Mommy, will the toys that Grandma gave me break?"
Me: "Why do you think they would break?"
"Because they are made of glass."
"Your new cars? They aren’t made of glass."
"Oh, right. They’re made of toys."