This evening I dialed our daughter's phone number and 5-year old Buttercup answered.
Grandma: Hi Buttercup, is your mama home?
Buttercup: She's at cub scouts with Jammin'. Hey Grandma, my tooth came out today!
Grandpa walks in, hears the tooth conversation in process, and picks up the extension.
Grandpa: Did it hurt.
Buttercup: No. It just took a quick yank.
Grandpa: Who pulled it?
Buttercup: My mama. Now I can stick my tongue through it.
Grandpa: Did you cry?
Buttercup: Only when I saw the blood.
....later in the conversation
Grandma: How is (chicken) Henrietta Cluck?
Buttercup: She might be a rooster.
Grandma: Then we'll have to call him Henry Cluck.
Buttercup: No, - - - - then we'll have to eat her. I love you. Goodbye.
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