Don't say that, plate.

After eating almost all of his vegetables tonight, Waylon was rewarded with a small piece of angel food cake.  Once his cake was finished he sat for a minute and looked at his plate before engaging in a lively conversation with the peaceful looking duck pictured on the plate.  Most of it was in a language that not even mommy powers can translate, but after some time he picked up his plate and scorned, "Don't say that, plate!  That is a bad word!"  He quickly got out of his chair and handed me the foul tongued dish ware.  "You need to wash this.  Right now, mom!" he warned with such urgency I didn't think to ask for a "please" or "thank you."  I may never know what offensive word the plate had said, but I hope that it is learning it's lesson as it soaks in the dishwasher.