Moments after we all walked into the house, Ian was on the couch, yelling: "Strawberry mrrmmmrrm! I want strawberry mrrmmmrrm"
"What?" I asked, "what do you want?"
"I want strawberry mrrmmmrrm" repeated Ian.
"Is that something you can eat?"
"Strawberry mrrmmmrrm"
"Is it something you read? Something you watch? What is strawberry mrrmmmrrm?"
louder, more emphatically: "Strawberry mrrmmmrrm! Strawberry mrrmmmrrm! Strawberry mrrmmmrrm!"
"Is it something on television?"
"YES. Strawberry mrrmmmrrm!"
"Strawberry Shortcake?"
"Yes, I want Strawberry Shortcake!"
"Oh. We aren't watching television right now."
"I WANT STRAWBERRY TELEVISION CAKE!"
"What?" I asked, "what do you want?"
"I want strawberry mrrmmmrrm" repeated Ian.
"Is that something you can eat?"
"Strawberry mrrmmmrrm"
"Is it something you read? Something you watch? What is strawberry mrrmmmrrm?"
louder, more emphatically: "Strawberry mrrmmmrrm! Strawberry mrrmmmrrm! Strawberry mrrmmmrrm!"
"Is it something on television?"
"YES. Strawberry mrrmmmrrm!"
"Strawberry Shortcake?"
"Yes, I want Strawberry Shortcake!"
"Oh. We aren't watching television right now."
"I WANT STRAWBERRY TELEVISION CAKE!"
Does he look like a kid who doesn't get enough cake?