Cooking Lemon Risotto with Clara

Clara: "Hi Mamma, what you making Mamma?"
Me: "Rice baby" (really Lemon Risotto)
Clara: "Oh I love rice!"
Me, thinking: (sarcastically): Sure you do...
Clara: "What's that momma?"
Me, suspiciously: "Lemon"
Clara: "Oh I love lemons mamma"
Me: "I know baby so you'll LOVE lemon rice"
Me, thinking: It's going to be another night of pasta and tofu pups for you...
Clara: "What's that mamma?"
Me: "Butter baby"
Clara: "Oh I LOVE butter mamma!"
Me thinking: Actually, that is true...I've seen you lick pats of butter on many an occasion.
Clara, dramatically: "Daddy, were having lemon rice tonight!"
Daddy, suspiciously: "Oh good Clara."
Clara yelling: "Max, were having lemon rice tonight!"
Max: No answer
Clara: "Mamma why is it pink?"
Me: "Because Mommy didn't have dry white wine, so I used red wine instead."
Clara: "I don't like red mommy"
Me thinking: OK I see where your going with this...
Clara: "Mommy can I help?"
Me: "Sure you can stir it Clara." (Maybe involvement will endear you to the dish)
Clara: "Ok mommy, I pat rice down like a cupcake, is that good mamma? I make a cupcake mommy!"
Me thinking: Here's where your prepping me that your expectation is a cupcake, not Lemon Risotto, so that you can act disappointed when I present you with the Risotto. This is the beginning of the end.
Me: "Clara are you going to eat Lemon Rice?"
Clara: "Yes, I'm really sure mamma that I want to eat it."
Me: Big sigh..."OK baby"
Clara, stirring risotto: "Mamma, you like my cupcakes? They are pretty hot, but you cant eat them yet. Zoë, you like my cupcakes?"
Me thinking: Oh no, don't say that! How the heck am I going to get Risotto past Zoë's lips when she expects cupcakes!!!
Clara: "You put more milk (aka chicken stock) in there?"
Me: "Yes, Clara." (Must not correct her and say the word chicken stock for fear of scaring her off... this situation is already tenuous at best.)
Clara: "I love helping you mamma and I love lemon rice"
Me: "This is going to be so tasty Clara, are you going to love it?"
Clara: "Oh yes mamma I going to love it, it's very pretty! Can I taste it?"
Me: "Yes Clara, here you go...."
Clara: (Recoils in horror as I start to lift the spoon) and screams: "NOOOOO, I don't like lemon rice."
Me,thinking: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10...