Me: What do you want for breakfast?
Daniel: I want some lego.
Me: You can’t eat lego.
Daniel: I want lego you can eat.
Me: There isn’t lego you can eat.
Daniel (fretfully): Yes, there is.
Me (fretfully back): No, there isn’t.
Daniel (weepily): I want lego.
Me (crankily putting it on the table): There, are you happy now?
Daniel (crying): No. I want white round lego with butter.
Me (mystified) to Princess: Have you any idea what he wants?
Her: Yes, he would like a bagel.
Perhaps he wanted an Eggo (packaged, frozen waffles). Not sure if you have them in Ireland. They certainly would not have been allowed in Belgium! The ads for them had someone saying, “Let go of my Eggo!”, perhaps explaining the confusion between Eggo and Lego.