The key

Today, while I was sitting on the bed, Micah held a green plastic key. All of a sudden, he started poking me with the key. When I asked him what he was doing, he said that he was locking up all my mean words. What mean words, I asked. He said, the one's you use when I am doing things to get in trouble. Oh. At this point he started poking me again. Hey, I thought I was already locked up! No, Mom, now I am turning it the other way. So, what does that do? It makes only beautiful words come out of your mouth. Of course. I should have known.