Last we were trying to decide what to have for dinner. My darling son insisted he wanted a taco. Yesterday he told us that his least favorite food was...you guessed it...tacos.
Huh... We pulled taquitos out of the freezer and asked if that was what he meant. A violent head shake no and "I don't want that!" We asked if he wanted the round tortilla with meat and cheese.
"No mommy! I want the hot dog that you put it on the bread and fold it up, that kind of taco!"
We couldn't help but laugh when we said "Well, that is a hot dog, not a taco!". He was quite relieved that we finally figured out what he wanted and now knows that a hot dog is a hot dog and a taco is a taco. :)