Here's what my lunch looked like to me:
My almost-three-year-old looked at his slice of plain pepperoni 'za, looked at my piece, and looked back at his again. Apparently my pizza looked like this to him:
because he asked me if it was snake pizza.
The funny thing is, he didn't say it like it was a gross thing or a scary thing. His tone didn't suggest that he would be unwiling to eat it. He just wondered if it was snake pizza.