Calla was playing with a ride-in car the other day at a friend's house. She got out of the car, went over to the lawn, started pulling up grass and brought it back to put it in the trunk of the car.
Me: "Calla, what are you doing? Please don't pull out the grass!"
Calla (shrugging her shoulders in a 'but...Mom!" way) "But it's grass! For the car!"
Of course! She's strapped into her car seat and can't see anything when I stop at a "grass" station to put "grass" in the car.
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