Nice Cold Refreshing Privacy

This morning I was in the bathroom, doing my bidness (not a word), and Madeline opens the door and comes in. 
Me: "Hi Madeline."
Mads: "Hi mom."
Me: "Can I help you with something?"
Mads: "Whatcha doin'?"
Me: "I'm going to the bathroom."
Mads: "Eewww, you stink."
Me: "Thanks.  Madeline, do you think I could have some privacy?"
Mads: "Okay Mom." She leaves and closes the door.
Me: "I'll be out in a minute."

A minute or two goes by... the door opens again. It's Madeline.

Mads: "Here you go mom." She hands me an A&W rootbeer.
Me: "What's this for?"
Mads: "Here your pwivacy"
Me: Laugh my head off for a couple minutes... Madeline joins me. Then I explain what "privacy" is.
I have no idea why she thinks a rootbeer is "privacy".