Me: "Sweet Elizabeth, will you please..."
Elizabeth: "Don't call me sweet. I'm not sweet."
Me: "Oh, why aren't you sweet."
Elizabeth: "If I was sweet, that would mean that I was like sugar or something. I'm just Elizabeth."
She's sweeter than sugar, but I won't call her sweet again.
As we sat around the dinner table last night, I was surprised to hear the following:
Elizabeth: "Her mother gave her mashed potato and she was furious."
Me: "Are you furious?"
Elizabeth: "No, I just don't like mashed potato and it sounded good."