Louis: “Okay, Clara, are you ready to be creative?
Clara: “You know it, dad!”
Louis: “Alright, start by picking up that yellow knife.”
Clara: “Are you sure, dad? You told me never to play with knives.”
Louis: “Thanks, sweety, for listening to dad, but this one is made of plastic.”
Clara: “Oh, fun! Then I can go like this!”
Louis: “Well, I think it’s more useful in other ways…”
Clara: “Ah, I see! Like this, perhaps?”
Louis: “Uh…well.. maybe?”
Johannes: “Here, Clara, why don’t you mold something out of this instead.”
Clara: “Gee… thanks, brother!”
Clara: “Uh… dad! I’ve stared at this dough for a whole minute now. It’s not molding into anything!
Louis: “You have to work at it with patience!”
Clara: “You’re kidding, right? I’m not even two years old, and you think I can put together words like ‘work’ and ‘patience’. No, you do something with this!”
Louis: Okay, honey. This is for you, just to let you know I love you!”
Clara: “Wow! Thanks, dad! You’re really good at this work and patience stuff!”
Louis “Well… what can I say?”