When my oldest son was 3, he became obsessed with eggs. He would draw faces on them, carry them around, put them in little beds and houses he made with boxes, and pretend they were alive; he would cry if he dropped them and they broke.
Before we could eat them, he made us give them a trial, submit a plea and sentence them to death by frying. He was all very solemn and serious about it.
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