Me: When you were younger, I did everything for you. I fed you, bounced you, changed your clothes. Now that you're three, you can walk and run and feed your self.
3 year old: And shake a tree.
Me (stifling laugh): Yes, I suppose now you can shake a tree.
3 year old: Can I shake that one?
Me: Well, that one is pretty big. We would probably need to find one your size.
3 year old: Yes, that one touches the sky. It probably touches all the way to California.
[Note: This conversation should not be confused with Peter Gabriel's fantastic album and song, also by the same title.]
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