Ro eating: <yummyum, investigating his utensils, here baby fork,  pressing down the dirty eating side of the fork on the table and making the handle stand up in the air>: “Mommy, sailboat!”

MrsM <with a forgiving yet knowledgeable smile, radiating confidence>: “No, it’s not a sailboat, silly, it’s a fork! It’s silverware.”

Ro <insisting>: “It’s a sailboat!”  –  then after a short pause:  “It’s greenware, mommy, not silverware!”

Sure enough the handle of the fork was green!

Silverware nevertheless… 🙂