Well, you could do what my mom did (in frustration). I thought of ba-ba as an entity, therefore one. I was in my highchair, screaming for ba-ba, and she threw it down the basement stairs. It was one of those suddenly-everythings-in-slow-motion moments. Saw it disappear, heard the crash, never asked for it again (not realizing there were 6 more in the fridge). Some say, however, that thats why I...well, we'll leave that for another time. ;-)
LOL!