Me: Avila, wan't do you want for lunch?
Her: Salt and pepper, please.
Me, being the cool and tricky mom I am (ha) I put together a little bowl of just that: salt and pepper. "Here you go, sweetie," I said, thinking she'll learn that everything you think you want might not turn out so great in the end.
Her, taking some licks: Mmmmm. This is so good. This is the best lunch I ever had.
Well, that plan didn't work.