Clara begins her useful career as additional memory space for Dad’s brain.
(Clara is setting a play table.)
Clara: Heeeere’s your lunch, Dad.
Dad: Thanks! What is it?
C: It’s soup!
D: Mmm. What’s in this soup?
C: Noodles, and cheese, and… beans and…
D: Carrots?
C: Yes.
D: And split peas? I like split peas.
C: Yes!
D: And, uh… um… what are those white things that look like carrots… you know, they’re so good in soup… what’s the word, I can never remember it…
C: Parsnips?
D: Yes! Parsnips!
C: Yes!
