My daughter gets crayons, finds me, and demands “happy.”
This directive means that I must draw a happy face in the selected color, and is typically repeated about a dozen times, with varying responses if — instead of “happy” — I perhaps draw “bunny” or “kitty.”
Awww. She’s a little older than Francisco, right? Getting on 2-1/2? Has she asked you to run away to Anguilla with her?