This is a rule that has been in effect for my mischievous children for some time. It started with the boy when he was about 3-years old and the baby is now carrying the torch into a new era of mischievousness.
Rule #33: Daddy's acoustic guitar is not a toybox

Even though I haven't had to play Wonderwall by Oasis to impress a girl since 1998, doesn't mean I don't want to learn new songs. This will be hard to do with your My Little Pony brush stuck between the strings.
Also, your My Little Pony brush is not a guitar pick.
Other things that are not guitar picks: Mickey Mouse flashcards, paper clips, Dora the Explorer bingo tokens, and your fat baby fingers.
My acoustic guitar is also not a toy box. I'd thank you kindly to please keep your Cinderella dress-up jewelry, dice, and other small, choke-able toys out of it. And while we're on the subject, keep those same things out of your mouth.
Not sure why you felt the need to put a dishcloth in there either.
The acoustic guitar, much like our vacuum cleaner, is not a piggy bank. Keep
When I said I wanted to learn how to play Brown Sugar I was referring to the Rolling Stones song, not your breakfast. So please, please, refrain from shoving pop-tarts into it. It's not a toaster.
However, that high-fructose corn syrup and oily gelatin makes for a nice string-wax; my fingers have never glided so smoothly across the frets. Thank you for that.
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