On proper nouns:
The name of her black bear is Adeline Jewel.
The name of her boy baby is Errol Ridley*.
The name of her first baby is Crawlia. The name of her second baby is Shyla. Both are girls.
The name of her favorite place for french fries and horse-watching: Five Man Burgers.
On her baby sister:
I eat meat. But Iwah doesn't eat meat. She's not a carnivore yet.
Iwah is tired of being wakened, Mama. she wants to be asleep.
No, no, Isla. You can't be in that room unless a grown-up or a big sissy is in there. Because you know what's in there? A whole bunch of choking hazards. And you know what you'll do? (Picking her baby sister up and half-carrying, half-dragging her back into the 'safe-zone') You'll go in there and you'll pick up those choking hazards and you'll put them in your mouth and then you'll choke. So you just have to stay out here.
Iwah, grab the leash. Come on, Iwah, grab the leash. There you go. Ok, come on pup. Hold on, Iwah.
On fashion:
But I don't wear jammie bottoms , Mama. I only wear dresses and skirts and gowns.
On Architecture:
Mama, I'm trying to build grandpa. I'm building him out of a cheerio and another cheerio. It's hard to build grandpa because he's very very big. Boys are big and girls are little. Mama? is Dadoo big? Mama? Is mama little?
On picking up her toys by herself while Dadoo rubs Mama's back:
But I'm so sick and my back is weak.
On kindergarten:
Oh Yay! It's kindergarten day!
On counting using the counting blocks:
Woo-hoo, mama! This is so cool!
On affection:
I love you, too, Mama. But you know who I love best of all? Dadoo. Yeah. And you know who else I love? Poosie-pants. She's so cute, isn't she mama? And she does funny things.
Random quotes:
Mama, we have tiny wittle necks. Mama, we can't see very far because we are not giraffes. Giraffes and brachyosaurus-es have verwee wong necks, so they can see far.
Mama, I need a band aid on my lip. I bit my lip and I need a band aid on it. And on here and here, too.
Mama? I'm wetting it catch on my tongue so it doesn't get on my band aid. Because it always gets wet and it can't go. I'm so glad I have a band aid. But, one day it will be all healed.
Watch this, Mama. I'm gonna suck it all up.
Tell me a story, Mama. Tell me about Jesus.
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