Please pass the cocketballs

Dinner, Pope household, 7pm.

Jemma, pointing across the table, "Mama, Jemma have cocketball?

Tom, whispering to me, "Did she just say cock and balls?"
Me, whispering back, "I think she said chocolate balls."

Jemma, interjecting into our conversation, "Please Jemma have cocketball!" She is becoming a little frustrated at this point.

Tom, "What do you want Jemma?"

Jemma, "Cocketball! Jemma want cocketball!"

And finally, we realize she is pointing at the bowl of olives, which, yes, she thought were chocolate balls. She continued to ask for "cocketballs" throughout dinner!