I was sitting on the floor at my mom-in-law's house, and Grant was playing with a Sheriff Woody toy. You know, the cowboy from Toy Story? He's a cute cowboy and had one of those old-fashioned pull strings on the back with various sayings.
Well, Grant pulled the string on the back and Woody sad, "There's a snake in my boot!" I asked him, "Grant, do you have a snake in your boot?" He giggled, "No!" He pulled the string again a few times, till that saying came back.
When he heard, "There's a snake in my boot!" He looked at me excitedly. I repeated what Woody said. "There's a snake in my boot!" Grant suddenly looked up, realizing that I had just said that I had a snake. "Mommy, a snake in your boob?"
Then he decided to see for himself.
"No, Grant!" I tried not to laugh as he is trying to pull down the front of my shirt to find the snake. "There's a snake in my boot! BooT, boo-TTT!"
Grant repeated me again. "A snake in your butt?" And he looks confused, since we don't use that word, we say bum.
"A boot, Grant, a boot!" and I showed him Woody's boots, "this is a boot, it goes on your foot!"
Grant sat and stared at me a minute. Determined that I was hiding a snake from him, and he wanted it. He looked at my feet, which were bare. "Snake in your toes?" Then he attacked, trying to dislocate my toes to look between them.
It took some convincing to finally make him realize that there was no snake. When you are two, it's pretty disappointing to learn that toys lie to you.
Darn Woody. And he looked so wholesome and kind on TV.