I Hope They Don't Need To Be Sealed

At the playground, Little One used some wood chips to make me a "ticket" to go down the slide.

Little One: "Ok Mama! Your ticket is finished!"

C: "Great! Thank you!"

I held out my hand.

LO: "Hol' on! Hol' on a second, mommy.  I have to sign it first."

C: "Oh, ok.  I'll wait for you to sign it."

LO: "Ok! Jus' a minute."

She runs across the park, to where the rules are posted, and very purposefully taps the wood chips.  On the SIGN. 

LO: "There! I signed them."