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Every Saturday morning I take Matilda to circus workshop and on the way we stop for croissants. Matilda has, shall we say, a very robust way of eating and today as she tore into her croissant I observed that it looked like she was trying to massacre it. Its buttery layers hanging in shreds, the sorry croissant looked, I further observed, "like it's guts were spilling out". To which Matilda replied: "Are croissants animals?", which just made me giggle so much. I'm still giggling now.