"Your sled is in the front hall; put it away."
"But I don't want to. I'm playing."
The affair seems to be at an end. There is no insistence; there are no threats.
A day later. "Mamma! Mamma! Where's my sled?"
"Did you look in its place?"
"Yes, and it isn't there."
"Where did you leave it?"
"I don't know."
"Think."