Dr. Clara's Cure for Tummy Problems

We took the bus downtown this morning to pick up a chronically troubled bracelet. I had taken it back to the store where I purchased it, long ago, at a ridiculous price. Since then, the stones in it have dropped out like baby teeth. So I decided to get it returned to the maker and to try and shame him or her into repairing it once and for all.
So the three of us boarded the UGA bus and rode through campus to downtown. Clara was carrying a pinwheel she had picked up for church last night (more about that later). She left it in the store and we had to return and retrieve it.
We were planning to end our errands by dropping by a cookie shop for a couple of cookies. Clara was sick last night, really, most of yesterday, with tummy troubles. She ate very little and complained about her tummy hurting her, and we spent much time in the bathroom, reading and hanging out.
Today I said, "I don't think cookies are good for girls with tummy problems, Clara."
She raised one finger and said, "Mama, chocolate cookies are very good for resolving tummy problems. That's the way it is."
She got her cookie.
Yesterday, we went to our church supper, which was slammed with people I had never seen there before. Why? The Day School was having a celebration, and many of the people were parents with children in the school. We headed for the upper playground, where C and M will go when they are in school, and it was crowded with children and parents. Neither girl was having fun. Except they liked the pinwheels they got to take home.
Before we left, though, they asked if we could go sit in on the choir practice. It may be just me, but I think it's a little weird for three year olds to sit quietly through 20 minutes of choir practice. A little boy, about 8, the son of a choir member, was playing with a Gameboy while we were sitting there.
After listening to his machine make its loud noises, Clara said, "Ssshhh. You should turn that down."