(me holding squirming, hungry Porter, choosing some lunch for him - 'apples and chicken' or 'mixed cereals with berries'?)
(wrangling Porter into the high chair)
(opening up the baby food as quick as can be for must-be-starving Porter)
We don't eat people.
me: That's right, Owen :)
Yeah, that's right. We just eat food.
(a pause to eat more snack)
And animal crackers!