The other day I was in the process of making lunch. Zeke was hungry, and since the grub wasn't ready yet, he headed out (logically) to the garden where he started in on the green peppers, then the sweet banana peppers, then moved on to the hot peppers. He ate two of those bad boys before he realized that his mouth was on FIRE. He came running inside with a contorted, confused face, then started to whimper. I explained to him that he'd started eating the HOT peppers. He then asked in a quivering voice, "Mom, will you put a Band-Aid on it?" When I told him that a Band-Aid would be ineffective, he went into his bedroom and soon reappeared with one of his Bear-Bears and promptly stuffed it into his mouth (in an attempt to ease his suffering). When THAT didn't take effect, he asked me to go find his OTHER bear and stuff that in too. Poor little buddy.