The other day Harvey came into the kitchen waving a plastic ruler. "I'm fighting Rascal!" he announced excitedly.
"No you're not!" I told him. "Where'd you get that idea?!"
"On the table."
Well of course he meant the ruler came from the table, he being a child of no abstract ideas (he answers "yes" to any and all why or how questions). In any case on reflection I know where he got the idea: from his friends Ollie and Bruce. Ah, the dangers of hanging out with older kids.
(Dangers for Harvey, that is; I don't think he would emerge very well from a fair fight with the dog!)