Good thing she's cute.

While looking right at the baking tray covered in fish sticks, she asks, "What are we having for dinner, Mama?"
Lasagna, dear.

When asked to choose her bedtime story and brush her teeth, she pipes up with, "I do everything you say, Mama!"
Really? Since when?

"That's how you spell Charybdis, Daddy."
And she's right.