This is life with a 2 year old

Olivia just walked up to me wearing nothing but sunglasses and flip flops (or "clip clops" as they're called around this house) carrying a teenie tiny basket of teenie tiny plastic fruits and vegetables. Then the dialog went like this:

O - "Mom, I'm just picking carrots and apples."

Me - "Oh can I have one?"

O - "Uhm, no you can have a peach. A mushy one."

Me - "Oh no thank you I don't like mushy peaches.'
O - "No they're apples!"

Me - "Okay.

O - "No they're peaches."

Me - "Okay."

O - "No they're just lemons. And they're gross."

Me - "You're silly.'
O - "I'm just pretending. I'm being a boy."