Anya started yelling in her sleep last night, dreaming about something. She wanted me to find her spoon and help her eat. She kept saying she was hungry. I finally got her to calm down by pretending to give her a spoon to eat and bringing her some water.

This morning, I asked her about her dream. She thought for a minute and then said, "I was dreaming that I wanted coleslaw with my dinner. And I needed a spoon." We laughed and laughed about this. Then I said, "Anya, you're my coleslaw." And she said, "Mama, you're my coleslaw."

Who is your coleslaw?