Clara Grace can be said to have carried on one of her very first conversations of substance on Friday, July the fourteenth. On this afternoon, she was again watching vehicles as they whirled past her car seat. “Truck,” she announced and stared after a pickup that had caught her attention.
“You’re right,” Clara Grace’s mommy told her from the front seat, “that’s a truck.”
“Dirty truck,” Clara Grace elaborated.
“Yep, trucks get dirty a lot,” her mommy answered.
“Need to wash it,” the little girl continued.
“He does need to wash his truck,” her mommy agreed.
“Wash with water,” Clara Grace concluded apparently guessing that if it worked for her bath time, it couldn’t be a bad idea for this dirty truck as well.
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