I have thrown my chubby little body across certain things and swore on a stack of krispy treats if he so much as touches one single thing, even a straight pin, I will hurt him. I will hide his keys, I will not buy his favorite luncheon meat as I do for a treat, I will hide his pop corn... I have PAPER ONLY in marker on one pair of sissors and "DO NOT TOUCH" on my really special ones and I have bits of ribbon on my tiny little sissors and told him the basket behind my Pfaff has nothing in it that he needs to know about (my hidden krispty treats) and if he sees plain musling or batting and he thinks because it's kinda just sitting on the edge of something does NOT mean he use that to clean his paint brushes. And sometimes, he actually remembers. Then we go out and he surprises me with a stop at one of two fabric stores in the area and treats me to special fabric that I may see and love to have but really can't afford. I just love this man.. so I take a lot of Tylinol...