This weekend we were trying to get Nate to eat his lunch, but he wasn't interested. Instead he was busy acting out an elaborate portrayal of eating an imaginary ice cream cone, complete with exclamations of how good it tasted.
Me: "Nate, your ice cream cone is imaginary, would you like some actual food? Mum, has some actual food for you."
Nate's face lights up and he looks over to Sara.
Sara lifts up Nate's fork with the same piece of salad on it that has been there for the last ten minutes.
Nate (downcast): "Nate no like actual food."