chicken or chips

Last night, we were sitting around the kitchen table. It was almost bedtime. We were visiting, laughing, and talking and not paying too much attention to Austin, as he seemed to be playing independently at the table with us pretty well. I thought I heard Austin ask for chips more than once, but I was engrossed in conversation and didn't really pay attention to what he was saying. Suddenly, he turns to me and says, "chicken or chips, Mommy?" I didn't answer him because I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He had a pen in his hand with a piece of paper and he was taking my food order! He asked again, "chicken or chips, Mommy?" I started cracking up. Finally, he turned to me exasperated and says, "Mommy, chicken or chips?" By this time, my mom, sister, and I were laughing hysterically. After we regained our breath from laughing, we went around the table giving Austin our orders, dessert included, and he "wrote" them down. He loved being our "waiter"! Do you think that this means my son frequents too many restaurants, or does he just have a good imagination? L.O.L.