I'm officially turning into my Dad. I said the following to my daughter today: "Be careful you'll poke out your eye."
I probably turned into him a long time ago, but this is one of the first times I stopped and realized it.
Of course, it was good advice to give, even if the two year old probably didn't comprehend exactly what "poking out your eye" means, she stopped swinging around her belt.
And promptly started pelting me with Goldfish.