“I WANT A HOT DOG!”

Here’s the back story: After softball games, the team gets tokens to spend at the concession stand.  Grace usually gets a Cow Tail and a Ring Pop.  Simple enough.  So last night, she actually got 2 Cow Tails.  We’re walking back to the van, and Mary is nearing meltdown crying that she wants a hot dog.  Now, those who know our eating habits well know we don’t eat hot dogs.  No judgment, just a personal choice.  We enjoy our brats and veggie brats, but I don’t know that we’ve mentioned hot dogs around Mary even.  I was looking around and didn’t see anyone else eating a hot dog either.  So I was VERY confused.  I tried to keep her walking while explaining that we don’t eat hot dogs.  She was VERY insistent.  Finally, we got to the car, got loaded, and she was still crying about the hot dog.  Then she said, “But GRACE has it!”  So in Mary’s world, “hot dog” = “Cow tail.”  Whew, crisis averted as Grace is very good about sharing :).