Mmm, mmm, Trifle

I made dessert for dinner last night and Tasha kept asking about it. The conversation went something like this:

T: What are you doing?
Me: Making dessert.
T: What?
Me: Making dessert.
T: Can I have some?
Me: No, you can have some later.
(2 minutes later, as I am still assembling it)
T: Mom, can I have some wizzert?
Me: What?
T: Can I have some wizzert?
Me: No. You're bizzerk.