I do my best to teach my children to be responsible, especially when it comes to them playing with their food.
But then they bite me in the butt and remind me of the days I used to visit the bakery where I worked. The bakers did an overnight shift and many a Friday evening, after a night down the pub, me and some friends would have a game of cricket with them in the bakery with a frozen french stick and a bread roll.
I really shouldn't divulge these things to my children. They use them against me.