Laying in bed today.
"Wheedle girl, you know all over the world wheedle girls is fixing food for their special wheedle boys," I ask her.
Not missing a beat she reaches over and pets my head. "You are a wheely special, special wheedle boy. You can gets up and go fix your own food you so special."
Eventually I did too, but boy did I make it a big deal. It was such a chore to put a freezer pleaser in the microwave.