What Amaya's been saying lately:
"I eating cat food, Mommy. Look! Like goldfish!" (the crackers)
"I eating Polly Pocket, Mommy. Yum yum."
"I have money." (what she didn't add, "in my mouth.")
Then, during dinner, several days in a row:
"NO! NO! I don't want it!"
"Ugh. That's rubbish."
"Yuck. I want to spit it out."
I think she's figured out that I'm developing a complex over this.