Can I Have A Beer??

Last night, after we finished our cooking school, Nolan finished eating his little cake and came running upstairs. He looks at me with this sly grin and says, "Can I have a beer?"

At least, that's what I heard. So, I said, "What?"

He says it again, "Do you see my beer?"

After about three or four exchanges of that I finally realized he was saying "beard". He thought he had a mustache (not beard anyway) from the frosting on the cupcake. Kind of funny! He was so proud.