Nightmare

In the car--just Edee and I.  Chicken is at home taking a nap with Daddy.

Edee:  "We going to da store?"

Me:  "We're just going to the grocery store and then to the pharmacy."

Edee:  "NO!  I don wanna go dere!  Dat pace is a  NIGHTMARE!!!!"

Me:  "Whaa..?  A nightmare?  The pharmacy?  No it's not!" (Nightmare? Where is she getting this from....?).

Edee:  "Yes it is, it sooo crazy!  I don wanna go!  NO way!  No way, Mommy."

Me:  "What are you talking about? Are you thinking of when we were downtown going to the museum?  Did I say it was a nightmare? I probably did.  We don't even have to get out of the car at the pharmacy."

Edee:  "No way, not da museum! I don wanna go a dat oder pace.  It too crazy and too many cars an I don yike it.  GRrRr.  It make me SO MAD!!  GRRR. "

Me:  "We're just going to the pharmacy, the place to pick up my medicine."

Edee:  "NO!  You not SICK Mommy!!!! You don nee medicine, you not sick.  NO.  You NOT sick."

Me:  "Uh....okay...you are right, I'm not sick but I still need to go get my medicine.  We're going." 

Edee:  "OOOOOh, is it your chocolate blueberry kinda medicine?  Or the pink kind?  I YIKE the pink kind, yum, yes, mmmmm the pink kind, let's go get some a dat kind, otay Mommy?"  

My mind is still reeling about this.  I don't know whether to be more perplexed about the pharmacy being a nightmare, or about this mysterious, delicious pink medicine..... or that Edee thinks that I'm using the chocolate-covered blueberries stashed in the cabinet to self-medicate.