Taco cheese isn't cheddar cheese, it's orange shredded cheese.
Story time to illustrate what I mean: I worked at a summer camp in college, great fun, except for this one niglet. The baby campers (5-8 year Olds) did all activities as a group by cabin. It was easier to keep track of them that way. One afternoon was horse riding, and the kids had to wear jeans. I spent ten minutes arguing with the girl to wear the jeans. Full on meltdown "it's too hot". Finally got her in them in time to get them all to the horse barn.
Next morning she immediately put the jeans back on. WTF? It's hot, and they were going to do a lot of walking, so I told her to wear shorts. I kid you not, she melted down again crying that she didn't have any shorts! I held up the pair of shorts she wore the previous morning and asked her what it was "those are jean shorts" because they were denim. WTF? I finally got her to wear her "Jean shorts", but she still insisted she didn't have any shorts. I was very happy to see the last of her on Sunday.
I used to think it was her age, but none of the other five year olds I worked with any year were like this. Then I thought it was autism. Now I think it's just because she was a niglet. I wonder if she eats cornstarch these days.