I took my boys to the park today for a picnic and then to play, and amazingly, I remembered to bring along the old bread that we always save to feed the fish that reside in the small lake at the edge of the park.
When we were finished feeding them, I said, "We should feel really good about ourselves. Because of us, those fish ate really good today!"
My 6-year-old looked up at me. "Well," he said, "it wasn't actually protein? Like, it was just stale bread, which is just a bunch of grains and carbs?" He was saying it in question form, nodding at me hopefully in order to make sure I was following along as he imparted his wisdom. "So really," he finished, "they didn't eat all that good."
Of course. What must I have been thinking, child? We'll make sure they have filet mignon with a side of veggies next time.