~ On our way out to my parents' house. Clara: Look, Mommy, there are some people fishing out there. Me: Oh, you're right! They are fishing on the pier. Clara: Did you say beer? Me: No, I said pier. Clara: Oh! Me: Do you even know what beer is? Clara: Yes, it's something that you drink. Me: Right! Do you like beer? Clara: No...yes. Just the kind that Grammie has at her house. Me (laughing): Oh, you mean root beer!
~ Hailey: Why is the garage sale going to be when I'm not home? Clara: So you won't know what toys we're selling from your room.
~ Grandma (Brian's mom) and Clara are standing in front of the oven looking in at the cinnamon/sugar crust baking. Grandma: Now we need to stand here and watch this bake to make sure it doesn't overbake and burn. Clara: You can do that. And off she ran to do something else.
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