We had some mates round for lunch the other day, with their five year old son.
The boy loves dogs.
He spent most of the day sharing the dog's bed, crawling around on his hands and knees making 'wuffy' noises.
When it came to getting the dog's lunch, he watched me prepare it asking all kinds of searching questions:
"What's that? Why does he eat that? Does he like it? Can he eat chocolate?"
I took the top off his processed dog meat.
"Is that nice?"
"No," I responded holding it out under his nose, "smell that, you wouldn't like to eat that would you?"
Gingerly, and yet with remarkable amount of speed, he flicked out a tongue and licked the dog food.
I didn't tell his parents, this'll just be our little secret.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm infertile for a reason.