"How sweet,"

I think to myself. "They're playing with their toys. And how quiet they're being!" I smile to myself. How lucky I am to have such lovely, well-behaved children. And how gently Phoebe is carrying their toys one by one over to the table, and how carefully she's sitting them together. Maybe they're going to have a tea party together. Oh, and she's talking to them as well! What's that she's saying?

I draw closer and listen, as she lines up the toys in a row:

"Roast bunny rabbit... Roast mouse.. Roast dog..."

Oh.

Never mind, then.

As you were.