Aminata awoke from her nap and asked for her customary snack. I use the word generally enough I thought. But when we got downstairs she didn't want yogurt, chicken, not anything I named, she wanted what she calls a snack, namely a granola bar (something I've intentioned not to buy). Anywho we stood in front of the refrigerator, her in tears as I went through her available options, not until pinapples did she finally agree to something else. After one serving she said:
Then I said "more pineapples?"
And she said "Yes! More apple pie, pineapples!"