My child, the Human Air-Fern, on what she'd deign to put into her stomach today:
"Mommy, will you fix me something for to eat?"
"Of course, Baby--what would you like?"
(Hopefully, with the big eyes and the captivating grin) "CHOCOLATE?"
"No, we don't have any chocolate."
(Decisively) "OK. Tartar sauce."
"You want tartar sauce for lunch."
I finally talked her into a roast beef and cheese sandwich, but not without much talk of the lack of tartar sauce.