The adventures of two kiddos, her folks, and a cat The Belle No Longer Stands Alone

Annabel has started a new game with us: she says to one of us, "what you need, little baby?" to prompt us to ask her that question. Usually she has something pretty specific in mind that she wants: "You need your pacifier, little baby," or "You need a hug, little baby." Yesterday afternoon, when we were walking home from the park, the conversation went like this:
Annabel: "What you need, little baby?"

Me: "What do you need, little baby?"

Annabel: "The baby needs ice cream!"


And yet another sideways attempt to get some ice cream:

Last night for dinner, in light of her request, I gave her some ice cream after she finished eating her ravioli. So this morning, when I asked her what she wanted for breakfast, she surprised us by asking for ravioli again. I thought she just really liked it (enough to eat it at 8 am), until she followed up her request with: "And when you have finished your ravioli, you can have some ice cream with your breakfast!"  I informed her there would be no 8 am ice cream consumption, and she promptly switched her request to peanut butter toast.

Yesterday when Annabel woke up, we listened to her for a few minutes on our baby monitor. She babbled a bit, and soon got on the topic of food ("Num!"). Then we heard Annabel have the following dialog with herself:

Annabel: Num! I ha' some Mac E Dees ("I [want] some Mac & Cheese")

Annabel: Yeah, okay!

We promise - we don't feed our daughter Mac & Cheese for breakfast (or all that often for other meals). But apparently it has left an impression on her.

Yesterday, we (Jon and I and my parents) took Annabel to the Landis Valley Farm, which is an open-air historical museum in Pennsylvania. They had farm animals, and we took Annabel over to see the cows, horses, chickens, and sheep. She enjoyed petting the sheep, and I informed her, as we viewed the chickens, that she enjoys consuming chickens in nugget form. We walked over to the cows, where she saw the cows and exclaimed, "Cow! Cow! Moo! Moo!" We were planning on making hamburgers for dinner, and as we watched the cows standing there and chewing their cud, I mentioned that cows happen to be delicious and that we would be enjoying some cows for our supper. As we walked away, the Belle exclaimed, "More cow! More cow! Nummy! Nummy!"