We had Thai takeaway the other night and Shaun and I were eating our dinner with chopsticks. E was at the table, with a little bowl of my noodles. He had a fork but really, really wanted chopsticks too. I hadn't offered them - for obvious reasons. He kept saying "I want that", then he was quiet for a minute, his little brain clearly churning overtime. What did he say next? "Mummy, I want a stick fork."
So, he was rewarded with some "stick forks" purely for the sheer effort of coming up with that description.
Sometimes the logic of a two-year-old can be impressive.