Talking with Daddy

While I wasn't actually present for the following conversation, this is what I was told went down. As background, Erik starts every morning with a pick-me-up of Diet Pepsi: the breakfast of champions...

Lily: Daddy, I want some Pepsi.

Erik: No, Lily. You don't need any Pepsi.

Lily: I want it in my mouth, and I like it.

Where does she come up with this stuff?

Later, when I saw them while playing musical cars to get the Sonata serviced, I asked if she likes Pepsi. Her response? "No. I like chocolate milk." She sure knows who will give her what and what to say to get it. (Since I don't like Pepsi, she'll never get some from me.)

I have a feeling they will be secretly conspiring against me for the rest of our lives.