When I got Andy out of his crib this morning he was crying.
Andy: I'm very upset.
Me: Why are you upset, Andy?
Andy: Because I had a dream about hammers.
Me: What did you dream about hammers honey?
Andy: The hammers were sharp.
Me: But honey, hammers aren't really sharp.
Andy, furious: They are!!
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