Today at lunch the kids had Teddy Grahams and Carter was being a typical boy.

Carter:  I’m gonna bite his head off so he can’t see anymore.  (Long pause, apparently savoring the poor teddy’s head.)  And I’m gonna eat his hands so he can’t punch anybody.

Me:  Carter, don’t you think that’s kind of mean?

Carter:  Don’t feel bad for the teddy, Mom.  (Where did “mommy” go??  I’m not “mom”.)  He’s going on a roller coaster ride down my throat!