Keira strikes again

Keira has just dumped a pile of tiny elastics on the floor, because she's borrowed a book of Hi-5 hairstyles (as you do) from the library and wants to try them*. I come along, sleep-deprived, and swoop down on the mess. "You can't have these out when Riley's awake. He can choke on them." "Can he?" "Keira, I hope that was a rhetorical question." *This will result in tears and frustration on both sides, but I let her.