My grandfather had suffered a bad stroke and was in the hospital. We went to see him and brought along our new-born son, Kyle, whom he hadn't yet seen.
Grandpa was really out of it; I could hardly recognize him as the man I had known all my life.
I had him hold Kyle so my wife could take a picture: three generations -- grandfather, grandson, and great-grandson, all in the same room. Grandpa leaned his head down, and his lips were moving. Then his lips and jaw were moving, and he began to lean down even closer toward Kyle's head, and slowly it became clear that in his muddled mental state he was attempting to EAT Kyle.