Conversation the last few mornings on the way to day-care:
Stella: Mommy, arm
Mommy: Can't you walk?
Stella: MOMMY, ARM!
Mommy: What am I, your pack mule?
Yesterday, heading upstairs to bed:
Stella: Mommy, Arm
Mommy: Stella, I can't always carry you.
Stella: Mommy, Eeeaaw
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