I wonder why Child Protective Services hasn't shown up yet...

Two recent public conversations have me wondering if there is a file started on me yet. If anyone was listening to Jenna, I'd be scheduling my home visit by now. These two examples make me chuckle. :)

Jenna was at the Hardware Store the other day with Daddy. She was not looking where she was going and hit her lower leg on a display. This resulted in a scrape and a nasty bruise. When I asked her how she got her owie, she looked at me with a serious face and told me: "I got hit." To a trained observer, this is Jenna speak for 'I hit my leg', but to the layperson...

While waiting to pay for our groceries, Jenna asked me where we were going next. I told her that we had to go home so that she could eat her lunch. She replied with a loud and enthusiastic "I CAN? I can, Mommy? I CAN have lunch?" What, like we are supposed to feed her EVERY day?