The Power of Observation

This conversation took place between my daughter and me today as I prepared lunch:

Me: (Retrieving a jar of pickles from fridge.)

Daughter: Oh, Mama, can we have TWO pickles with our lunch?

Me: (Removing lid from jar and fishing the first pickle out.) Sure.

Daughter: (Eyeing with disdain the smallish pickle I'm about to put on her plate.) Two FAT ones?

Me: (Popping the offending pickle into my mouth.) OK, two fat ones.

Daughter: The skinny ones look like dog weiners.

Me: Where have you seen a dog weiner?

Daughter: On a dog.