In my Alistana land this expression indicates that the child is no longer so child, that he is getting older and therefore no longer innocently in any tree pit. My aunt Vicenta reminded me a long time ago that her mother, that is, my grandmother laughed when she remembered a conversation with a neighbor who said: Milk, daughter, my Casimiro already on the wall. Meaning that he was already a full-fledged waiter. That I couldn't treat him like a child.
