Of course she didn't know what it meant, but Tony wasn't thinking in terms of a kid's brain. The butler gave Tony a weird look when he saw him toting Sophie on his shoulders, though Tony ignored it, considering he was just trying to keep her balanced on them and not drop her on the floor.
"How about we get you something to eat and Mommy can read you a bedtime story?" he asked, peering up at Sophie. She patted him on the top of his head, ruffling his hair, then grabbed at his cheeks. "Yay! Story! I can have French fries?"
"You can have French fries if that's what you want. Let's find Mommy first and you can tell her what you want."