Mary and her siblings ate their fast food dinner in the car between picking the girls up from ballet and driving the boys to baseball practice. Later, when I sat down to eat my very hot potato soup at home, she climbed into my lap. I picked up a small spoonful, blew on it, and offered her a taste.
“Oooo, yummy,” she said.
“Would you like a bowl of your own,” I offered, “or do you just want to sit here and eat mine?”
“Eat mine,” she said. Meaning, of course, eat mine.
Reit This Way 
Surely you are familiar with that Toddler's Creed. Goes something like this:
If I want it, it's mine.
If I see it, it's mine.
If you have it, it's mine.
I love the usage “eat mine.” I have a kiddo the same age…and when she is too lazy to walk up the stairs it's “carry you!” Last summer when we were camping and the mosquitoes were getting to her, she was saying “bite you.” (used to us saying “did the bugs bite you?)