So the other day, I pulled out all our fall decorations during Sam's morning nap. His eyes were like saucers when he woke up and saw all the various pumpkins, gourds, leaves and candles strewn about the house. I knew we'd run into issues the first time he wanted to play with them, of course, so I was ready to calmly explain that these were not toys and that he needed to be gentle with them.
For about the next half hour Sam would pick up a pumpkin, bring it over to me in the kitchen, and show it to me, like, "Look what I found!!" I told him to go put it back, and that it wasn't a toy.
It wasn't until later when I saw how he'd neatly arranged them. It cracked me up for some reason.