A People Person

(I have just strapped my three-year-old daughter into her car seat in the back of the car.)

Me: “Oooh, now you’re trapped, so I can eat you!”

(I pretend to try and chew on her head making ‘nom, nom’ noises.)

Daughter: “No, Mummy, you can’t eat me. I’m a people.”

Me: “I can’t?'”

Daughter: “No, you can only eat food, and I’m NOT a food. I’m a people.”

Me: “You’re a people?”

Daughter: “Yes, so you can’t eat me.”

Me: “Okay, then…”