Toy-ota

As I put the kids in the van yesterday John started to play with the electric doors and the lights and anything else he could get his hands on.  I sat him in his seat and said, "Young man, this is a car NOT a toy!  Repeat to me what I just told you."  He looked at me like I had lost my mind for a few seconds as I stared him down, and then I hear in the meekest of voices, "Well, it is a TOY-ota."  Thanks, Grace!  I let it go at that.  How am I supposed to combat that one?!  Love my kids!!!