Walking into Walmart I tell Anna:
"You need to hold some one's hand in the street."
Without her immediate compliance I grasp her arm. I look to realize that she is holding someones hand. She is holding her own.
I guess I need to specify that the hand holdee should be at least nine years old and separate from your own self.
I must go now because she is now throwing me my fifth birthday party today. My birthday is four months away, so you all know.