Me: Is there anything you want to be sure to bring when we go to Las Vegas?
Lily: We have to remember to bring my keester.
Me: Huh?
Lily: No, koyster.
Me: Huh?
Lily: What is that thing called. . . . oh, I know, oyster!
Me: You have an oyster?
Lily: No, it’s something that came out of an oyster.
Me: Oh, the pearl necklace Grandpa gave you?
Lily: Yes!
How sweet that is! (I miss these kinds of conversations with my own
daughter.)