Biscuit:"Daaaad...wuth for brefith?"
Me:"Oven-roasted potatoes and eggs."
B:"I don't waaaaaant po-tay-tooooooooooes..." - then, taking a sudden detour from his normal kickpunching, brainsmashing whine -*big puppy eyes* "if you acthidently made a thamwich, I would eat it for you, cuth I LOVE thamwiches..."
Wait, what?! How'd that sammmich get there?