Food everywhere, all the time

E came to physio w me this morning. Convo in car on way…
E (wanting to know physio’s name): who is that hooman?
K: his name is Amir
E: can I show him my fire?
[took a while to work out that he meant the fancy spicy baked beans he had had for brekky]
K: no, you ate them all
E: I’m joking!
…
At physio:
E (to Amir): look, I’ve got fire!
[proceeds to show him baked bean sauce that is still all over his hand. Oops]