We have this conversation every day

Mum; "Emma, sweetie, my angel..look! Look! Mummy's put these lovely, wooden, colourful, vaguely educational toys over here for you to play with while Mummy fiddles around on the computer! Herrrrree you go! Goood girrrl! Mwah, mwah!"

Emma(pink bottom in the air, defiantly shuffling in opposite direction); " No way, Mum! Those toys? They bore me. Now, if you don't mind, I'm just off to fiddle with those electrical flexes you and Dad have forgotten to tape down, and eat tiny objects invisible to the naked adult eye. Like staples. And apple pips. And newspaper, if you have any. Ciao!"