The way I like Cheetos vs the way Tallulah likes Cheetos

The way I like Cheetos:
If I am driving in SA TX with my mom and we are on mulberry and she says "pull over at the diamond shamrock so we can get a snack and gas the car,"  I do.  And I know snack means a dr. Pepper and Cheetos.   And I get her some Cheetos and we continue on down to river road to look at that one little area of houses that look like they are from various fairy tales while she back seat drives me and we munch on Cheetos.  That is when I like Cheetos.

The way Tallulah likes Cheetos
Tallulah likes Cheetos all the time.  I recently discovered  this while the three of us were at the zoo for Annabelle's five and a half birthday celebration.  She asked for Cheetos.  Since I had not been on river road lately, I assumed she meant Doritos, since that is my fake cheese product chip of choice, and since we had just had some coming back from fort davis.  No.  The child meant Cheetos, and let me know that in no uncertain terms.  "When have you had Cheetos?" I asked.  In true birth order style, Annabelle answered, " she had them when we were at the beach.  Uncle g--- had a huge bag Of them and they ate them all."

Fast forward to the grocery store this week, when she was having a melt down because she was hungry, we were almost in line and she saw the small bags at the deli counter and asked if she could have one.  At this point I was so sick of her tantrums I probably would have given her a scotch on the rocks if she had asked for one, so I bought it for her.

Today, we had baptist music class. As we were leaving for Second, she said "mommy after music class can we go to the  grocery store?"  I thought it was a weird thing to ask, and I said " no sweetie, we don't need anything from the store."  We exit the freeway  and she says" mommy I want to go to the zoo."  I explain we are going to music class, and in the way of the problem solving second child she says, " mommy, I know, we can go after music."  I tell her it will be hot, but, I will think about it.

After music, I have thought about it and realize-- no, I am in jeans and it is hot as balls and there is no way in hell we are going to the zoo.  So I explain how hot it will be and how much she hates being hot.  And then she is is quiet for a minute.  "Mommy, can we get some Cheetos?  Can we go to the beach with Aunt T?  She has a big bag of Cheetos."

Ok.  I get it now.  She really likes Cheetos.  Which is good to know, because she is the most finicky child I have ever known, and this is coming from someone who survived her first 20 years on peanut butter alone.

At the zoo