No, won't do.

I wonder if all mothers go through this phase like I do. I'm almost surprised most of the time and then with a lot of pride I end up laughing. Weird huh!

So Gnan wanted to play with a few berries we had picked. He wanted it in a dabba and I refused to give him one. Then I obliged and gave him a dabba and he refused to take it. After a lot of argument, I finally told him to take it and at that point he moved behind and refused to even touch it. I looked at him astonished and asked why. He said " Amma, that's the chilli box. If I touch it, my hands will burn." 

Imagine. Yes, it was the chilli box. No idea how he knew that. Jaw droppingly happy, let's call it?