Scene: Daughter 2's bedroom first thing this morning. Daughter 2 and I are sitting on her bed in our pyjamas, having a chat.
Son wanders in, also in pyjamas, having just come downstairs from his room.
Me: What are you eating?
Son: A chocolate.
Me: Before breakfast?
Son: Oh, you know. It's an aperitif.
Daughter 2 [nodding approvingly]: An amuse-bouche.
(Education, you know. It' s a wonderful thing.)
(You'll be glad to know that the kittens are now home and have recovered from their nasty experiences at the vet's. )