We were making a half-hour drive to do a little specialty shopping. She was singing [the wrong lyrics] along with the radio, but stopped suddenly and asked me to turn down the music so she could talk.
Caroline: Mama, I have a question.
Mama: Okay...
C: Can I walk at Ikea? Not ride in the cart?
M: Sure, as long as you stay with me. Can you do that?
C: Yes. I can do that.
M: Then yep, you can walk.
C: Good, I want to be free so I can twirl.
M: Twirl? In the store?
C: Yes, but I will twirl with you. I think you need to have a little fun.
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