Quarter-pint Doesn't Get It...

This morning, Quarter-pint found me in the laundry room, with a Jolly Rancher in his little hand. He politely asked if he could eat it. I told him that it was okay, but it was a hard candy so he wasn't supposed to chew or swallow it. He looked at me with an expression that clearly said

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"

Then, he stood there shaking his head for a minute, dropped the candy on the floor and walked away.