Jane: (entering the kitchen) Peese cheese?
Me: It's almost supper, sweetie. Sorry.
Jane: (furrowing brow) Peese cheese!
Me: We're about to eat. You don't need a piece of cheese.
Jane: (running to the fridge, pointing to it) Peese cheese.
Me: I know where it is. No cheese. No.
Jane: (getting serious) Peese. Cheese.
Jane: (changing tactics, smiling) Peese cheese pease?
Me: That's very polite. No.
Jane: Daddy peese cheese?
Jane: (pointing to me) Peese cheese Daddy.
Me: A piece for me?
Jane: (nodding) Peese cheese.
Me: Well... maybe we can split a piece.