Klara says, “Mommy, when I grow up, I will have my own baby. I’ll call her Klara because she’ll be just like me. You and Daddy will be her grandma and grandpa. You can give her treats but only one treat at a time.”
And then suddenly slipping into a severe, didactic tone, “She’s a little baby, Mommy! She can’t have too many treats! No, she can’t!”
I’m very lax with treats so none of this comes from me.