Guessing game

It's hard to anticipate what Oliver wants for breakfast, and almost as difficult to tell whether he really wants what he's asking for.

The scene this morning:

Oliver, do you want toast?
No.
Yoghurt?
No.
Waffle?
No.
Banana?
No.

(pause)

(rising tone, almost as if pleading) Waffle? Waffle?

At which point I jammed a frozen homemade waffle into the toaster and when I put it on plate in front of him, he looked at it and asked:

Pizza?