The kid comes dashing into the kitchen.
"Where's Mom?" she asks.
"I'm right here," she answers, coming into the kitchen.
"Mom! I need a shovel! You do, too! Come on!" The kid turned around and went dashing back outside.
I am afraid my child has joined the neighborhood chapter of the cosa nostra and has just been "made." Or that she's started a rock collection. Either way, I'm a little worried.