Rose: “Mom, I have a charley horse.”
Me: “Oh, I’m sorry.”
Rose: “Henry, if you have a charley horse it doesn’t mean you have a horse named Charlie. It means your leg hurts or something.”
Me: “Okay, it’s time for naps.”
Rose: Heads for her bedroom. Stops. “Wait, I still have a charley horse.” Puts her foot in a plastic basket and tries to walk. “This is for my charley horse.” Takes two clumping steps. “I guess I don’t have a charley horse any more!” Runs to her room.