Isaiah was playing with a toy violin, then decided to beat the dogs over the head with the bow.
Me: Bring me the bow.
Isaiah: The bow?
Me: In your hand. You can’t beat the dogs with the bow.
Isaiah: *hands over the bow* That not a bow, Mama.
Me: Yes it is.
Me: Where did you go?
Isaiah: *returns with a headband* Mama, that not a bow. This a bow. See. This a bow. That not a bow. You know that!