"This is the b-e-s-t biscuit I have e-v-e-r had!" I exclaimed at our dinner table tonight. Trying to entice Emma into placing her roasted meat inside the biscuit so that she at least had a little meat for dinner.

"I l-o-v-e this meat inside this biscuit! I could eat this a-l-l the time!" I reinforced the deliciousness.

Two blank blue eyes with a stale frown replied.

I ate. Abbie ate, and Emma sort of ate with our constant nudging and encouragement.

About five minutes later we hear from the little one's side of the table:

"Dis is the d-o-o-d discuit! I nub dis discuit wit all da budda and no meat! It is da b-e-s-t discuit ebber!"