Aidan: Mommy, I'm gonna eat you up.
Mommy: I'm not for dinner.
Aidan: Yes, I will put ketchup on you and you will be my dinner.
He pretends to eat Mommy.
Mommy: What do I taste like?
Aidan: You're juicy and predictable. Like an apple.
Predictable?
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Adorable!