Sasha's life is filled with occasions for exclamations for surprise and indignation. We are constantly asking/requesting/telling her to accomplish absolutely ridiculous feats of effort or self control, such as brushing her teeth, not kicking the dog, removing the stickers mysteriously affixed to the kitchen floor, etc.
Her brothers have taught her a new coping strategy - the high-pitched, screeching, "what?!?" Sasha hasn't perfected her "t" sound yet, so it comes out, "wok?!?" much to our collective amusement.
It goes like this:
Sasha: (seeing Mama eating oatmeal for breakfast) Oatmeal please!
Mama: Ok (makes oatmeal for Sasha for breakfast)
Sasha: Piece cheese please!
Mama: You can have cheese when you're done your oatmeal (note: Sasha has finished none of her past 497 bowls of oatmeal)
Yeah, I don't know how she survives our insane military-school-like family disciplinary environment, either.