(Little Sprout stealthily reaches up to the table next to me as I am seemingly engrossed in my book and tries to help herself to a box of kitchen matches. My hand snakes out and snatches the box just nano-seconds before her grubby little fingers make contact)
ME: NO, don't touch!
ME: Those aren't yours, those are 'no-no's
LS: They're MY 'no-no's!