For the last few nights, at my 2 year old's request, I put my son to bed with his Bible. What mother (especially one who is also a pastor) could ever tell her son he could not read about Jesus before bed? Apparently I should. I walked in his room tonight to make sure he had his blanket and found he had chowed down on every Word that came from the mouth of God.
I had THE hardest time punishing him. I kept laughing as I said things like, "Son, I know Jesus said we can't live on bread alone, but that didn't mean we eat the Word." And at one point (since he loves to point out Jesus in the pages) I coughed out between laughter, "Son, we CANT eat Jesus" and proceeded to give him a theological dissertation on the Eucharist and transubstation.
...This ought to make a great sermon illustration when he's about 16 years old.