For some reason, little humans love to eat. They love to eat anything.
So imagine the situation where 3 1/2 year old Alexander comes home with a craft from school. It's titled "the children come to Jesus." It's got a picture of Jesus, and coming to him is a small gaggle of children on a Popsicle stick. Simple enough.
And then comes Maggie.
Seeing a new, fun object on the floor, she immediate begins to devour, like a half-starved velociraptor. Tearing into it, she is giggling with glee. One second Alexander is happily showing of his creation, and then, a second later, a gasp of panic!
His creation has been eaten. Just like so many unfortunate bygone items left un-protected to fend for themselves in the harsh, unforgiving wasteland: the floor of a toddler....