Coke is it!

We've never taken August to Burger King nor McDonald's until this week. She's three years old now, so I think she can handle the poisonous hormones in the meat maybe a few times per year.

Me: What do you want August? A burger or chicken fingers?
August: I want a burger and french fries!
Me: [looking a little surprised] OK...
Me: [filling up the cup with Dr. Pepper]
August: No, not that one! You need to get this one [points to the Coca-cola]
Me: What? Why?
August: That one is my favorite.
Me: Uh-oh, looks like you've been here before.
August: I've been here with Lydia, but not with Mama and Dada!

Lydia is our wonderful babysitter. Sigh.