I took my six-year-old son out to eat at a local pizzeria today. He ordered a children's personal pizza. It arrived with a nice little tomato-sauce smiley face.
"Oh, that't cute," I said.
"Yeah," he replied.
I ate my food and watched as he picked at his pizza, barely eating a thing.
"Are you going to eat that thing?" I asked as I finished my last bite.
"I'm not hungry," he said.
"Okay, we'll take it home."
We put it in a box and took it home. A little while later he was famished. "I'll eat my pizza now."
I warmed it up and put it in front of him.
"Can you cut it up? I don't want to mess up it's face."
"Are you telling me that you didn't eat your pizza because you didn't want to mess up its face?"