Z and I stopped at a convenience store on the way home tonight. She said she was thirsty so I bought her a drink.
Z: Momma, this is so good.
Me: Really? What's it taste like?
Z: Gorillas and grapes.
Me: (a little be startled by this response) Oh, yeah? What do gorillas taste like?
Z: Like fur.
Me: (puzzled) What does fur taste like?
Z: (looking exasperated and rolling her eyes, a huge sigh escapes her lips before she responds) Like peaches.
From what I can come up with, peaches are fuzzy and therefore taste "furry". Since Z has no concept of what furry would taste like (unless she has been licking the cat or biting the bear) she would assume that it would taste like peaches.
It's fun to try to guess how her mind is working and to see how broad and ingenious her imagination is. It's also really cool to have conversations with her (most of the time) when she is not whining, begging or screaming. Those are the days that I know I am gonna keep her around.