Chocolate milk

After I picked Spawn up from preschool one day, he asked if I would go through the McDonald's drive-thru to get him some chocolate milk.  (The only thing he likes at McDonald's is chocolate milk - score one for the parents!!)  We weren't anywhere near a McDonald's, so I said no, then somehow we got into a conversation of things he likes to eat.  One of Spawn's favorite activities is to sneak into the garden in the back yard (which is latched to keep out kids, dogs, and/or whatever else may try to wander in) to steal... broccoli.  Yep, broccoli.  Sometimes he sneaks in for "salad" (lettuce), too, but in the end he almost always ends up also eating broccoli, even if it's bolted (EW).

Anyway, we somehow ended up in this conversation:

Me: We're not going to McDonald's for chocolate milk.
Spawn: Why?
Me: Because it's far away, and there's nothing else there you like.
Spawn: Why?
Me: Because they don't have things you like.  What are some foods you like?
Spawn: I like broccoli and carrots and peas and apples and goldfish.
Me: those are some good choices.  What else do you like?
Spawn: ... but I don't eat everything.
Me: I've noticed.
Spawn: and I don't eat paint.
Me: that's probably for the best.
Spawn: and I don't eat cars or houses, because then they would be broken.
Me: ...
Spawn: and I don't eat people, because that would hurt them.
Me: good to know...