Her: Mommy will you lick this (jam) off my arm?
Me: No thank you. Here is a wet wipe.
Her: Why won't you lick me? A goat would lick me.
"I want to sing a song about a light that fell down when a car went boom."
Me: We will pick your cousin up a the ferry dock.
Her: Does it fly?
Me: No it goes through the water because it's a boat.
Her: But fairies have wings!
Upon her first sprinkler play of the summer "This thing refreshes my bum!"
