Dinner

I took Violet to the butcher shop.  She likes to smear her fingers all over the glass and point to each cut of mean, saying "What's that?"

She found a tag on the metal of the case below the glass.  The small tag showed the label "Hillside Phoenix."  Violet pointed to the letters and said, "That spells 'dinner.'"  While her reading skills are not yet developed, I give her credit for being close.