Easter "hot dogs"

For some silly reason, Adelaide calls all forms of candy "hot dogs". This has origin in the similar appearance of a wrapped caramel to a little plastic hot dog in her grandparents toy kitchen set. One of the few limits she has not bothered to challenge in the past few months is the restrictions on eating "hot dogs". She has learned (and we haven't corrected her), that Dad, and occasionally Mom, Grandma, or Papop eat "hot dogs", and Adelaide does not. Last weekend's Easter candy extravaganza afforded many opportunities to reinforce these notions. Adelaide loves to find "hot dogs", sort them, unwrap them, and deliver them to anyone whose mouth is in reach. At Easter brunch, she diligently opened every piece of candy she could find and hand delivered them to everyone in attendance. With no discouragement whatsoever, she never put one in her mouth but delighted in offering them to us; "Marissa want hot dog?". If she ever gets curious enough to taste them, she may discover that "hot dogs" are better eaten than shared, but so far it's our secret! Or perhaps one day she'll try real hot dog, and then we'll really be in trouble!