At the park this weekend, the following conversation occurred after dinner and playtime, on the walk back to the car:
Wow...that's a huge stick there Sugar. It's bigger than you are!
Call me Grandma please, Mama.
Okay, Grandma. What are you planning to do with the stick?
It's my walking thing.
Ah, I see. Grandma?
Yes, Mama?
Why do you need a walking thing?
For my yogurt.
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