You do not eat meat, little one. With the exception of well-done bacon, you refuse to eat meat of any kind.
As a result, I often ask if you would like a chicken sandwich or a cheeseburger, loving the way you say, “No thank you!” and “I don’t eat the chickens, Daddy!”
Today I decided to get silly. I asked if you would like a triceratops sandwich.
“Don’t be silly, Daddy.”
“How about a giraffe on a hotdog bun?” I asked.
“No!”
“A hippopotamus melt?”
“No, thank you!”
How about an elephant sandwich?” I asked.
You paused for a moment before saying, “Okay, Daddy.”
I tried to explain that I was kidding, but you spent the next five minutes insisting upon an elephant sandwich before I finally managed to distract you with toy.
Apparently you are more than willing to give elephant meat a try, little one.