Whatchawant, mom?

Chickadee has just run up to me with a marker and pad.

“Whatchawant, mom?”

Not entirely sure what she meant, I assumed that she wanted me to request a drawing.

“A giraffe, please.”

She looks boggled, points the marker at me, and says, “Giraffe. is. not. a. food.”

“Ohh…  Errm…” I contemplate my next move in this dance.

“Fish?  Fish. is. a. food.” After this suggestion, she adds “Three sharks coming up.”