My Son The ChefBot

This conversation took place in less than 15 minutes. I don't know what inspired it. I was just sitting here at the desk doing nothing special when in a robot voice worthy of any Cyberman, my son flops his favorite frog on my desk and says:

"Here is Froggy. He is cooked."
"Um...why did you cook Froggy?"
"It is your dinner."
"I can't eat Froggy! I just had a tooth out, you know."
"But it is good."

Next thing I know he's dug out his toy frying pan and put it on the "stove". Mom says, "Look out Scruffy Puppy, he's cookin' now!" Kidbot takes it as a cue:

"Puppy, you will be cooked."
*Silence from Mom*
"There is your dinner."
*Mom picks up her dinner and snuggles it, almost sympathetically*
"I'm going to get more stuff."
*Look of abject terror on Mom's face*

Well, he didn't get more stuff, just yelled at for messing with a beagle. Next thing I know, the ChefBot has delivered more pretend nummies to the desk:

"Here is your ham and peanut butter."
"Ham and peanut butter?! Why?!"
"(Mom) You forgot the chips!"
"Chips, coming up!"
"Thanks, Mom."
"Here are your chips."
"Anything else, you strange little Kidbot, you?"
"Here is a fresh cooked truck."

So at this point we have a fresh cooked Froggy, topped with pretend ham and peanut butter, and a fresh cooked hot wheels pickup truck. I was hoping my meal was now complete, and for a minute or two it seemed like he's moved on to something new, but I guess Mom didn't like her Scruffy Puppy becuase ChefBot was back, adding Scruffy to the mix on the desk.

"Here is some fresh cooked puppy for your plate."
"Well Hallelujah for that."
"(Standing next to the dog bed) Now I am going to jump in your swimming pool."
"Right-o."
"I am in the swimming pool."
"Of course you are."

This kid doesn't need presents, he has everything he needs right between his ears. Mommy however is still hoping for a pedicure and earplugs.