Conversation at breakfast:
Sarah, the three year old: "Mommy I'm hongry, I want eggs." (yes I put an 'O' in there on purpose, that's how she says it.)
Me: "OK, but I gotta cook them first."
Sarah has donned her bib and gotten a fork and is bouncing up and down beside me while I cook scrambled eggs. She sits at the table while I bring her a plate of eggs.
Sarah: "Mommy, I don't want eggs."
Me: "Yes you do. You asked for eggs. Do you want some ketchup?"
Sarah: "No, I don't want the eggs."
Me: "Well, do want this cereal?" (I had poured some dry cereal in a bowl for her earlier)
Sarah: "No I don't want cereal."
Me, letting out a deep sigh,: "Sarah, what do you want?"
Sarah: " I want cat food."