Nico, through the wall from his bedroom: "Mommy, I found something in my room! Something gross!"
Me, from my bed because it is 6:55 AM: "What is it?"
Nico: "I don't know. I don't think I should eat it."
Me: "No, don't eat it! I will be right there to see what it is."
Nico: "Oh, it's alive! It's moving!"