The two-year old grabbed my finger this afternoon and started pulling me out of my chair toward the kitchen. I asked her if she wanted lunch and she replied, “Yes, Daddy.”
“What do you want for lunch?” I asked.
The answer I got was, “Potatoes, carrots, and ‘matoes.”
That was 8 hours ago and I just now figured out that she was quoting one of her story books about a train named Joe. It says something about different cars carrying potatoes, carrots, milk, and potatoes.
She wasn’t necessarily asking for those items. That explains why she wasn’t thrilled with her lunch today.