Frankie: I am going to look at the newspaper with you, Mom. Do you mind?
Me: Not at all, help yourself.
Frankie: I am going to look at things to buy for your birthday. Do you mind if I buy you a blue purse?
Me: That would be nice.
Frankie: Do you have a blue fluffy pillow? I can get you one.
Me: Sounds great.
Frankie: How about blue boots? You have those? I will get them for you, if you want.
Me: That would be great. Take a bite of your broccoli. (Insert small, microwave withered floret into Frankie's mouth)
Frankie: It tastes kind of hard, Mom. I wish you wouldn't make such stones.