This is the actual conversation overheard at our breakfast table this morning.
Roan, looking up from her cereal bowl: "Want a popcicle, Mama."
Me: "No, I'm sorry Roan--"
Roan: "Want popcicle Mama! Please!"
Me: "Sweetie, popcicles are something we have after we eat a good healthy dinner."
Roan: "Want some dinner, Mama."
Outsmarted by a two-year-old, as usual.