Conversations from the van.

Poodle: "Look! I know that place!"
Me: "mm hmmm - that's Chick-fil-A."
Poodle: "Yes. That's Chick-fil-A. But I call it Chick-fil-A-And-Play."
Me: "That's right - you do."
Poodle: "But now I call it Chick-fil-A."
Me: ::dramatic whining:: "Awwww.... no!!! You have got to quit growing up so fast! You call it Chick-fil-A-And-Play!"
Poodle: "But that's what I called it when I was a baby."
Me: "But you are always going to be my baby."
Poodle: "But Tooter's a baby."
Me: "Yes - Tooter will always be my baby too."
Poodle: "But Tooter's bigger than a baby. Audrey is a baby."
Me: "That is true."
Poodle: "But I'm a big girl, so I'll call it Chick-fil-A."
Me: "Noooooooo - ::more dramatic whining:: - how are my babies getting so big so fast?"
Poodle: ::VERY exasperated and dramatic sigh:: "Oh-KAY - I'll call it Chick-fil-A-And-Play".

Thankfully, I had pulled into my parking place at that point. I think I startled both the kids with my burst of laughter.