York at 24th St., San Francisco, CA.
As we walked by I said, “Hey Bucket!” (the moniker’s short for who can remember what, anymore; Honey Bucket? she loves it) “Hey! Can you go over there near the building?” She skipped over and uttered her favorite affirmative to a request of mine: “Yes, SIR!” Accompanied by a peripatetic, in-out-in-out kind of a salute.
Per custom, my reply: “Thank you for calling me ‘Sir.'”