Scene: Zack is tucked into bed last night, Georgia is curled up at his feet, and I'm lying next to his bed. To truly get the feel for this conversation, you have to know that Zack pronounces Georgia like Zhorzhia.
Zack: What is Georgia eating?
Me: (already half asleep) Nothing, she's just cleaning herself.
Zack sits up to see for himself.
Z: Mommy! She's eating fox!
I bolt upright and sure enough, she's got Zack's stuffed fox between her paws and it's damp. I take it away from her, I say something about how we're going to have to keep an eye on his animals, we lie back down, and all is quiet for a minute.
Until Zack says, very seriously...
"You give Georgia a time out, Mommy? I don't like her eating fox."