The great meat debate

Last night Magdalena had fish sticks for dinner...only she insisted on calling them "chicky." I tried to convince her that it was fish to no avail. She even refused to try to say "fish". So, Petr spoke the truth in Czech into her little life. She listened intently, repeating the words for chicken and fish as her Daddy explained the difference. When he'd finished she emphatically said, "kuž - ne ryba." Which means "chicken - not fish" (although she didn't say chicken properly in Czech, it was close enough to be understood.) Her first "sentence" was an argument - can you believe that?? Only a year and a half but she's already got a mind of her own...