LIZZ: "Phaedra? Would you like some chicken?" PHAEDRA: "No! I don't like chicken anymore today. I'd rather eat myself."

Not chicken

DAUGHTER: "Daddy? I need a new diaper." ME: "You do? OK, I think we can handle that." ME: "Oh, this is a bad one." DAUGHTER: "Don't worry, Daddy. It's only poop. It not bite you."

Don’t Worry