Cheese.. The Spray Kind

My daughter is funny. She's a mini version of me in so many ways it is scary. She is constantly catching me off guard with her quick wit and sarcastic comebacks.. and she's four.
I'd say I'm pretty relaxed with my child rearing techniques. I grew up in a cold pizza for breakfast family and I don't see a problem with it. As long as it is actually food she is putting into her mouth as we run out the door most mornings I feel like I am a success and breakfast was served.
So I don't know why earlier this week I was so bothered by her very simple request.
My darling daughter wanted cheese and crackers for the car ride to daycare. I'm thinking "great, that's easy". I dug into the cheese drawer in the fridge and pulled out a few slices of Kraft, folded them in fourths and then grabbed a sleeve of Saltines. It was about the time I was stuffing this all into a Ziploc bag that my daughter started to have a meltdown. She didn't want THAT CHEESE. She wanted THE SPRAY KIND. Seriously? I don't buy spray cheese. In fact, it's a joke between my husband and myself. My husband's family thinks spray cheese is an hor d'ourve during the holidays. It makes me laugh every year.
I'm not truly against spray cheese, I just don't want to admit that I would feed it to my child for breakfast.