Mother: Would you like to help me make spinach bars for my library potluck tomorrow?
Four-year-old daughter: Yes! Who's going to eat them?
Mother: The student workers at my library. Some of them are vegetarians.
Four-year-old daughter: You mean they get up on the tables and yell and throw things?
Mother: Huh?
Four-year-old-daughter: You said they were ...
Mother: They are VEGETarians, not BARBarians.
[The daughter knows what barbarians are because her dad sometimes accuses her of being one, especially when she eats, say, spaghetti with her hands.]