C, aged 25 months: I wanna snack, peese, Mummy!
Me: OK sweetheart. What would you like?
C: Fwoot! An' cheese an' cwackers!
Me: OK ... (Begins segmenting a mandarin and grabs sliced cheese from the fridge)
C, indignantly: NO, Mummy! Banananana!
Me: Alright, alright (muttering about $10.99 / kilo fruit and solid-gold food)
C, munching on banana, sees the sliced cheese: NO! The white cheese! I wan' the WHITE cheese! (By which she means my extremely pricey King Island Double Brie that I foolishly gave her a smidgeon of to try).
Me, sighing: OK ... (There goes *my* post-dinner indulgence!)
C, all smiles: Thank you, my Mummy! (Big kisses follow)
Me: You're welcome, poppet. What shall we have for dinner tonight, huh?
C, firmly: Sammon! (Atlantic salmon fillets, very delicious, very $$ - the family eats about $25 worth in a meal).
As I'm considering, she adds: An' choccat cweam! (My home-made chocolate mousse, which uses rather a lot of very expensive dark chocolate)
She likes the high life, does C.