We were at friend's for dinner and there was a selection of desserts to choose from. Chocolate cake, strawberry cake (fresh from the oven) and pie as well as ice cream. I asked Lauren what she wanted. She said cake. I said, "Strawberry cake?" Lauren looked at me with her head cocked to the side shaking her hand, "No, no, no mommy. Cake is chocolate." Apparently cake must be chocolate to be worth eating.
Then a few days later after lunch (and just before nap time) she comes up to me and asks, "Whatcha doin?" I respond, "Drinking water." She looks at me and says, "Cooking?" "No," I reply. "Yes" she says. "Hotdogs and Pancakes. Please?"