My five-year-old son was explaining how things were made to his three-year-old brother. Specifically, he was explaining how teddy bears were made. First, you kill a bear. Then you rip out his insides and a man puts stuffing in it. Then it goes to the store and someone buys it.

My eldest was quite happy to describe all this, but his younger brother started to look concerned. Lady Quixote then intervened and gave a more correct explanation. But I liked the original story better.