Usually, she starts
A couple weekends ago, she had finished her dinner and wanted a chocolate graham cracker, which she calls "Cha-kat." The exchange when something like this.
Emmeline: Cha-kat? Cha-kat? Cha-kat?
Elin: (Typing on iPhone to send an email, I think.)
Emmeline: No phone! Cha-kat? (Louder) No phone! No phone! (Louder) No phone! Cha-kat?!?!?!
Emmeline: Cha-kat, please...
Atta-girl! Now we are getting there.
Then there's this story...
The next night, I had moved her high chair onto the front porch for dinner. I thought it might be a nice change of pace. When I asked her what she wanted for dinner, she replied "ice cream." Not my first choice for an entree, but I told her that if she ate all of her chicken and most of her other items, she could have some ice cream. We had been sitting outside for a while, just enjoying the evening. She was eating and I was just relaxing. I looked over and saw her moving her plate around. She looked up at me, started clapping and said
Emmeline: Yea! Ice cream, please!
(Um, that plate-moving... she was hiding her chicken underneath it.)
Elin: Emmeline, is that chicken under your plate?
Emmeline: Oh, chicken!
Elin: You can have some ice cream, after you finish your chicken.
Emmeline: OK! Chicken!
We are totally in for it. Sneaky already! She isn't even two.