Zach gave me a pretend sausage to eat this morning. When I finished eating it, I asked him if I could eat him next. He looked completely startled and said:
"No! No eat me!"
I gave him one of my pathetic sad faces, and then his face fell and he said:
"Okay, eat me, Mama."
What a love! I think he was willing to lose a finger or toe to me. I immediately told him that I was just pretending. He knew that, right?
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