I was prepared to serve cold cereal for dinner tonight when Bryan saved the day and cooked hot dogs instead. Topher was sitting at the table, ready to start dinner, when this conversation took place. Keep in mind, words that start with the letter l sound like they start with a w when they come out of Topher's mouth.
Topher: Are we having hot dogs for dinner?
Me: Yes we are.
Topher: I love hot dogs! (grinning, he bends his arm at a 90 degree angle and excitedly swings it in front of his chest) Diggity dog!
Then, a little later in the meal, I offered him a pickle.
Topher: I love pickles. Pickles are my favorite.
Topher has been exceptionally picky lately about what he'll eat. Maybe we just haven't been serving enough pickles and hot dogs?
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