Feeling a Bit Peckish

Finn and I were playing Plah Doh and he decided he'd made an egg.  He asked for another, and I made one.  Then he wanted a nest.

Next, of course, he wanted a bird.

When I was finished, I handed him the (expertly crafted) blue bird and he proceeded to smash it, beak first, into the eggs.

"Tweety Bird eat the nest!  Yummy, yummy!"

Complete with chomping sounds.

...

I feel an awkward conversation looming on the horizon.