After I had returned from an overnight in London my nearly-five-year-old son crawled into bed with us.
"What did you do in London?" he asked.
"I was at a dinner," I replied.
"Who was with you at the dinner?"
"Well, there were eight people," I told him.
He paused for a moment and then asked, "Why did you eat people?"
Funny. But somewhat disturbing that my son considers it plausible.
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