Earlier this spring:
I sat with Sprout while she ate breakfast.
“Wah-fah?” she said holding out an offering to me from her plate.
“No thank you, sweetheart,” I said to her. “I have a breakfast meeting. What do you think I should order for breakfast?”
She thought for a moment and said, “wah-fah.” A moment later she said, “pan-cak.”
Thinking that a waffle or a short stack would make for a sluggish morning, despite the coffee intake, I promised Sprout that I would tell her what I ended up eating that morning.
A few hours later, I texted the contents of my breakfast to WonderWife™ with instructions to tell Sprout. Around lunchtime I got a call from WW™.
“I told Sprout what you ate for breakfast and all she wants to eat now is eggs and sausage.”