The Monster. Sitting on her potty. Repeatedly digging a spoon into her knee and then putting it in her mouth.
Me: Are you eating your knee?
TM: Mmmmm, c'est bon. Pour maman? (Offering me the spoon)
Me: Mmmmm, thank you.
TM: Et pour Owen?
Me: That's very kind but Owen's too little to eat knees.
A normal, well-adjusted little girl. Who eats knees.
(There was no actual eating of knee.)