"Oh," I say, "what kind of a restaurant are we going to?"
"A mac and cheese and french fries restaurant," she replies. "Bring L."
So I pick up her sister, grab a few baby toys, and we travel to the restaurant (AKA the living room floor). "I'm hungry for mac and cheese and french fries," I say. "Where is our food?"
E hands me the potty bowl. "Here's your food. Eat!"