Grapes

I was taking Violet out of her carseat, and I was playing with her before unbuckled her.

"Violet, can I eat your knee?" I asked, and I moved in as if I was going to bite it.

"No," she said.

"Can I eat your shin?"

"No"

"Can I eat your thigh?"

"No."

"Can I eat your foot?"

"No."

I put on my exasperated face.  "Well, Violet, what can I eat then?"

"Grapes," she said.