When my niece, Kay, was about three years old, Mother Edit and I were driving her home after running errands. We'd just bought a container of superworms for Mother Edit's classroom turtle, and as we drove I said, "Mmm, mmm, delicious worms!"
"I love worms!" Kay piped up from the back seat. "They're so yummy!"
"You love to eat gummi worms?" Mother Edit asked.
"No," Kay said. "I love real worms."
"You do?" I asked.
"Well, I have some right here," I said, opening up the container of superworms. They were wriggling around in the sawdust, and two or three of them were visible on top. I held them out for her to see.
"Here you go," I said. "Some yummy worms for you. Go ahead, take one."
"Ew!" she shrieked. "That's disgusting!"