TOY
I was watching TV while Ziva was playing on the floor in front of me.
One of her new toys was sitting about five feet away from her. Tony walked in to the room, picked up the toy and began to play with it himself.
"Dat's mine!" Ziva said, extending her arms towards her brother in hopes that he would return the toy.
"Ziva, you were not playing with that toy right now, anyway," I said, "You were playing with the blocks. Why don't you let Tony play with that toy for a little while."
I could tell she was not happy, but Ziva resumed building her block tower, letting Tony have the toy.
Several minutes later, Tony must've pulled or bent something wrong, because he somehow managed to get his hand squished in the toy.
Without missing a beat, Ziva said, "And it bites you, too!"
