Me: Eat your breakfast, please.
Him: No, I want to eat something else.
Me: Eat your breakfast.
Him: I’m gonna eat… YOU!
Him: I’m gonna eat yoooouuuu!!
Me: Don’t eat me! I’m tough and yucky!
Him: No you’re not. You’re a dewicate fwower!
I pity the girl who breaks his heart… I’ve got my fava beans and a nice Chianti ready and waiting.