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