When the girls were little I started saying, “I'm going to eat you for lunch.” They’d laugh when I said, “What do you taste like?” If they were playing along, they’d say something I liked. If they didn’t want to play, they’d say, “Hot dogs.” I’d immediately let them off my lap. They’d laugh and run away to play.
The other night I said to the blond twin, “I’m hungry. I think I’m going to eat you for dinner. What do you taste like?” She looked at me, rolled her eyes and said, “That’s cannibalism. You can’t eat me for dinner.”
Just like that the game came to an end. It’s cute when your daughter says she tastes like a strawberry and you tickle her. It’s not cute when your daughter declares you’re a cannibal.