Just after coming our of the Kits Beach washroom…
Gracen: (while pointing down the walking path towards Starbucks) Mama, hot tea?
Mama: No thanks, Grae. Mama doesn’t want hot tea right now.
Gracen: (gently nods her head a few times as if to sympathize with my response, then blurts out) Grae Grae, yes hot milk!
She then gave one deliberate nod in agreement with herself, swiftly turned her little body towards the coffee shop, and jetted down the path towards her hot milk.
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