From the backseat...
Emma: Mom, where are we going?
Mama: To the store.
Emma: To the grocery store?
Mama: So we can get groceries and pick up some baby food for your brother.
Emma: Oh.... so we can just get some carrots and a baby bullet?
Emma: Yeah, then you just kinda cut 'em and then put 'em in the thing... and you just turn the head! Baby food!