We were trying to name this little cat figurine her grandmother bought her while working with a native population in AZ.
Caroline: Mama, let's name this cat. He doesn't have a name.
Mama: Well he has these pointy patterns on him. What about Spikey?
C: Spikey?! [shakes head] That's too... cheesy. He's not cheesy at all. He doesn't have any sparkles or everything like that, Mom.
M: Well, ok. I'm not sure what makes Spikey "cheesy." But if you don't like it, we'll pass. What about Cinnamon?
C: [cracks up and shakes her head] That's a FOOD. This is a CAT we're talkin' about.
M: Yes, but he's sorta cinnamony in color...
C: [scrunched up nose] He's really kind of yellow, not brown.
M: Ok. So what about Butterscotch?
C: This is getting ridiculous.
[And for the record, the name she settled on is "MeowMeow" -- and I'm the ridiculous one.]