Yes, the human.

My 6 year old was looking around the office at some of the gifts I have laying around waiting to be wrapped (not for him, but for cousins, friends and people that don’t live in this house). Whose *** is that? (I won’t say the specific gift because I’d hate to ruin the surprise)
“That’s for Rachel,” I said.
“The human?” he said.
I looked puzzled for a minute, wondering what in the world he was talking about. Of course it’s for a human. OH, I see, the HUMAN Rachel, a cousin, as opposed to the TURTLE named Rachel that lives upstairs in Cole’s room. “Yes, John, the human.”