Sam: Mom! Come downstairs! I made myself beautiful!
Me: Okay baby, be down in a second. (pause) Wait, what did you use to make yourself beautiful?
Sam: Nail Polish
(.4 seconds later I am in the basement frantically looking for the damage)
Sam: Look mom, pretty!
(I see that he has taken the word "finger" literally, and painted his finger up to the first joint with bright pink nail polish.)
Me: That is very pretty honey, but very bad for you, and it makes a huge mess. Let's go get in the bathtub.
Sam: Is it bad for dogs and carpet too?
(The dog is fine by the way. Carpet? Not so much.)