At the dinner table this evening...
Andrew: Mommy, what is that on your veg-et-a-bulls?
Me: It's shredded cheese.
Andrew: Can I have some?
Me: Sure. I'll get you a little bowl to use.
Andrew: No, mommy. I don't need a bowl. I'll just lick it off my plate. Oh, and mommy, I don't want Farmer John cheese. I want pizza cheese. What's that called? Mostarella?