Daughter has been fascinated by the moon recently, pointing it out every evening. This morning at the breakfast table she held up a slice of pear with one bite taken out of the middle and proclaimed
‘That a moon pear!’
Then she ate the rest of the flesh, leaving only a slice of pear skin.
‘Hello moon pear! Bye bye!’
Moving it around the table: ‘Brrrrrrrm brrrrrrrm.’
‘Moon pear going home. Going home in my teeth!’
And she ate it.