Shortly after his grandmother’s death, Ian came up with the following account of how people are made: an angel makes the skeleton, then puts the skin on, leaving a small hole open at the neck, through which the blood and all the yucky bits are porued in. The angel then puts the eyes in place – one, two. Then the angel goes and lives in the person’s heart, but when s/he is one year old, emerges again and pops in the teeth.