Scene from work --
Crys: What's that?
Me: Looks like some kind of toy sander. *turns on* Yep.
Crys: *sticks finger to touch spinning wheel* OW!
Me: You okay?
Crys: Yeah. *takes toy sander* Definetly not a kid's toy. *turns on again* You gotta touch it though.
Me: Uh, no.
Crys: No, really it doesn't hurt... it just doesn't feel good.
Me: I don't think so.
Me: Oh, why not. *sticks finger in* Ow! Dammit!
And why does 'come on' sometimes seems like a great argument?