Overheard in the lobby

While preparing for a meeting I'm moderating tomorrow, a girl about five years old came near me.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm reading." I was seated on a reupholstered sofa, my iPad and notebook on my lap, and pencil in my right hand. Her grandmother was a few meters from me, talking to someone on the phone.

"Oh. What's that?" she asked, looking at the tumbler to my left.

"That's coffee."

"I don't drink coffee," she said. "I'm still a young girl."

"Yes, you are."

She left me for two boys who had just arrived--her friends from the neighborhood in sando and shorts. I would later overhear them playing doctor-and-nurse. They had fake stethoscopes and a doll.