“I wonder if God was being silly putting salt in the water.”
“If I have a pet mosquito, it will probably want to bite my bum. Then I’ll have to tell it, ‘No biting bums!’ … That’s the funny thing about having mosquitoes for pets.”
S (to V): “You’re very sweaty”
M: “I know, she’s melting.”
V: “Kinda like ice cream!”
(After counting to twelve)
“Do flowers come after twelve?”
“The name of my dance is ‘T-Rex eats eggs.’”
I called V to come put toppings on her pizza.
She responded, “OK, I can come because my dinosaurs are eating right now.”
Her dinosaurs:
“I’m too full. The meat didn’t scoot over.”
(V points to the floor at the fork she just dropped.)
V: “Meow”
M: “What are you asking for, V?”
V: “Meow”
M: “‘Meow’ doesn’t mean ‘please pick up my spoon.’”
V: “No it’s not a spoon. It’s a fork.”
M: “Oh sorry. I guess something was lost in translation.”
S: “Cats don’t use spoons or forks so the distinction is lost on them.”
V: “May I have my fork please?”
“That dog woofs a lot. Every night and every day when I go out that dog is woofing. He’s nice but he’s a little woofy.”
V: “I peed in my green dress. That’s why I changed.”
M: “You didn’t pee in your green dress; you spilled oatmeal on it.”
