Whenever we are out and about, Josie will spot a hole-in-the-wall pseudo-Asian restaurant with a neon sign advertising “Teriyaki”. She inevitably exclaims, “Teriyaki, mom! Please? Let’s try that place?” She loves teriyaki chicken so much, she once told me she had a dream that she was eating it and when she work up, she was smacking her lips.
The last time I relented, she said:
“Is there a place called Teriyaki? Because if there is, I’m SO going there.”