I almost cried when my daughter wanted to bake her cookies in my brand new DVD player. DVD survived that assault only because the cookie could not fit in the "oven."
My wife thought it was a tear of joy and comely laid her head on my shoulder while I almost fainted from blood pressure.
Reminds me of the (joke) story of the family that refused to buy "sexist" toys for their two small children.
They purchased a hammer for the little girl and a male doll for the boy.
Later that evening they checked on the children to see how they were adjusting to their toys.
The boy had completely disassembled the doll, and the girl had put the hammer to bed, just it's head sticking from out from the covers.