When stopping for fast food on the way home this evening, we stayed for the obligatory romp in the playplace, which started a bit before enough food was consumed to fill little bellies. Taking the remaining food with us, we climbed into the car and headed home. B was hungry and I directed her toward her bag of food, of which she promptly began looking and asking for her french fries. She had a hamburger in her hand as she dug through the bag, repeatedly asking me if I knew where those precious fries were. More out of frustration than anything else, I requested that she just eat the burger first. "Oh," she said, "because it has pwoteen?"
I've obviously been worried about protein consumption. ;)