Four year old boy walks in my office yesterday.
"Where's your dog?"
I pick up a small stuffed dog on my desk.. "Here it is."
"No. Mocha. Where's Mocha?"
"Honey, we don't have Mocha anymore."
"Oh. Did you eat him?"
(because he couldn't resist... my mtc guy H... who's hysterically laughing now... answered..) "Yep. He was good with ranch dressing."
"Oh. Ok. I'm going to Dawn's now."
"You going to eat Dawn's dog?"
"No. I have to eat in the kitchen."