Tom and Abby had the following conversation before dinnertime this evening following a discussion between Tom and myself about whether he should make a tuna salad/tuna melts or some grilled cheese sandwiches (we needed some kind of quick-fix option because it was getting close to bedtime for the kids, and we were both feeling wiped out):
Tom: "Abby, would you like some grilled cheese?"
"Well, what would you like to eat?"
"Do you want a tuna melt?"
"How about tuna salad?"
Abby then tackles Tom, and they wrestle for awhile. Finally, I remind Tom that it's late, and we should get dinner prep started soon. As he gets up to leave, he says to Abby:
"Okay, Abby, I'm going to go make us some tuna salad."
Abby: "I don't like tuna salad. Don't make the tuna salad!"
Having been through similar illogical interactions with our brilliant young toddler many times before, we're pretty confident in how best to proceed. Tom makes the tuna salad anyway, and, in fact, makes it into a melt for Abby. She eats it up with no complaint, and even tries to beg some off of me, too.
Oh, what a fun little stage we're in...