I wrote the previous post while sitting in a coffee shop. At one point, a cheerful, pretty young mother came in, wheeling a stroller. In the stroller was a girl who looked to be about 2 years old.
Here’s what happened next. Keep in mind that this is in a coffee house.
Girl: A bracelet.
Mom: A bracelet?
Mom [to male barista]: Do you have a bracelet?
Barista: Yes, I do! [And he produces from behind the counter a plastic slinky bracelet.]
Mom: Would you like the bracelet, honey?