Yesterday, after digging through the toy box, he came over and asked, "Where's my castrator?"
This threw me a bit, since unlike annieb we don't actually own any sort of castrating device.
I must have looked confused, because he explained, "You know, my castrator, where you push the buttons and put the money in."
"You mean your cash register?" I asked.
He sighed. "Yes, my castrator."
In a way, he has a point.