This Goes Cluck!

Tonight we fed Dana fish sticks for the first time. The fol­low­ing is as close to a ver­ba­tim tran­scrip­tion as I can muster:

Me: “Dana, do you like those?”
Dana: “Yes.”
Me: “Those are fish sticks.”
Dana: “Chick­en nuggets.”
Me: “No, they’re fish sticks.”
Dana: “Chick­en.”
Me: “Fish sticks.”
Dana: “Chick­en nuggets.”
Me: “Dana, those are fish sticks.”
Dana, great­ly vexed, shook her fish stick at me and said, “This goes cluck!”

That just charmed my socks off.