At dinner one evening.
Brooke:Â “Huh?Â How does she know my name?”
Brooke and I are in a public restroom.Â She hands me her coat so she can go to the bathroom.
Brooke:Â “Here, Mom.Â Hold my bat wings.”
Me (after eating a large lunch):Â “Oh.Â I’m stuffed!”
Brooke:Â “But how are you stuffed?Â Are you a bear?”