blogging when I should be sleeping

Tonight at dinner I held up on my fork a huge slice of cooked carrot. I turned to Belle and said, "Look Belle, a carrot!" Isabelle, being the animal sounds genius that she is, said:

Belle: Moooo-o-o-o
Me: No, honey. Not Moooo.
Belle: ........(thinking)........OINK!
Me: No, not OINK, either.

I suppose in her little world of learning animal sounds everything MUST have its own sound.
Even a carrot.