Subdued and speechless for the moment, and at the very least smart enough to not engage his mother in further conversation, Little Frankie trudges out of the room to find
YOU! I hate you! You are BORING!
YOU! You are a BABY BUTT SNIFFER!
Umm....are you worried? I asked her, when she told me the details of the conversation Little Frankie had with the lamp.
Naaawwww, said my best friend; mother of three boys.
It's not like he called the lamp a little cocksucker. I don't see anything wrong with 'baby butt sniffer'.