I'm tucking in Son One and reading him "The Very Hungry Caterpillar." (He's 2.75). We've read it enough that I like to cut the sentences short and let him say the last word or two. It's fun for everybody.
So I get to the long list of food that the caterpillar ate, and he's breezing through them "cake!" "sausage!" "cheese!" (struggled on the lollipop) Then I say, "a big piece of cherry..."
And I thought my love affair with Sonic was private...