Now I really am sure my daughter is NT

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The child of the OP does indeed sound very NT. I wouldn't necessarily assume that she was faking being literal, though, since it has been my experience that a bright kid, handed two equally appealing choices, will always made a bid for both even when the deal is set. What's literal is to think that the iron door is closed upon you when the one thing has been delivered, sometimes to the point of falling into total despair even in a situation where there are still options the child doesn't see. Example:

When I was 10 years old, I had little experience with elevators. I lived in Louisiana, in the country, and just didn't get into big buildings. One day, we went to the downtown genealogy library. There was a kid's section on floor 2, and the research section was on the top floor, 3. My folks let me go to floor 2 while they did research. This was fine; you didn't watch kids as closely back then, even if you should have, and any 10-year-old could certainly work an elevator. But once, getting in to head upstairs, I noticed a button I could swear was a 13. It was actually a B, written in stencil form so that it looked like a line and a separate bumpy shape, very like a 13. Even though I knew the building had only 3 floors, I was fascinated. I mean, I saw a 13 and it seemed like a fantastic mystery. So of course, I punched it, the thing took me to a darkened floor where I stepped out to take a look around for a moment, and the doors closed. It didn't look like any place I was supposed to be, especially totally alone, so I decided to leave. Not having any idea that I could be in something even more rare in Louisiana than an elevator... a basement, which is often foolish to dig there given the water level... I was horrified to turn and find that I was on what I was sure was the top floor, and yet the only button before me... pointed up! I began to wail at the top of my voice. My parents later said they could hear me on the top floor. Flimsy danged building. Anyway, after a few moment's terror, it came to me that maybe the button would still call the elevator even though I couldn't possibly go any higher, so I punched it. Sort of a, "It can't get any worse," kind of thing. Well, of course I ended up in the elevator, very relieved to see the 3 button and press it. My parents laughed rather sympathetically. I suppose they were used to it by then, I am the youngest and there are others like me.

Now that's literal. Although it occurs to me that the story may just make me sound like an idiot.

Now as to mood swings in 10-year-old girls, I regret to have to say that even before the obvious signs of puberty occur, they get this way. It's very likely the age. It could also be trouble with other girls and the mean behavior I hear is normal. I didn't come anywhere near normal at 10, as you will have surmised, so I have to take other people's words for it.

Not at all. That was an adorable story (although I am sure you would have preferred to do without the experience at the time) and very demonstrative of the kinds of issues literal thinking can cause those with AS.

You are right, my daughter is going to naturally choose literal when it is the better answer. But she also gets to hear my, "you know what I meant speech" when appropriate, which generally is kept stored away to never be used with my AS son.