The Car, Land of Lost Cheerios. (And various other snack foods used as bribery to GET IN THE CAR.)
Nate, enormous bowl of (dry) Cheerios in lap, chowing down.
Nora Kate, whining steadily, holding out her hand for him to drop Cheerios in one by one.
Me: (dryly, every 5 seconds) "Nate, give your sister a Cheerio. Nate, seriously, just give her ONE (damn) Cheerio. Nate, come on, share. NATE."
Nate (who hasn't said a word through the pleading): "Mommy, that Cheerio said 'NO!' but I said yes. (Solemnly hands over the O.)
"It was a talking Cheerio." (Well. Clearly.)