Karol: “When Caecilia came out of you, the last time, she was eating a pretzel and said “Oscar”.”
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Karol: “When Caecilia came out of you, the last time, she was eating a pretzel and said “Oscar”.”
Karol: “Mama! Dominus Vobiscum.”
Mama: “Karol, where did you learn that?”
Karol: “From Papa, when he put mass on the computer for me to play with.”
Margaret: “Mama, may I have some rliace?”
Mama: *She can’t possibly be asking for rice, maybe, ice?” You want ice?
Margaret: “No, rliace.”
Mama: *maybe she did ask for rice* “You would like some rice?”
Margaret: *giggles* “No, rliace.”
Mama: *head scratching* “Oh, you mean lacing toys?”
Margaret: “Yessssssth!!!”
Karol to Mama: “You do not question the loyalty of your little children.”
Karol: “Mama, my beard is sticky, from my oranges.”
Mama: “Oh really?”
Karol: “Yes! I have juice on my beard and it makes it sticky. Does your beard get sticky after you eat oranges?”
Mama: “I don’t have a beard, Karol.”
Karol: “Papa had, Papa has, Papa has……what’s it called?”
Mama: “What’s what?”
Karol: “The hair on Papa’s chin.”
Mama: “His beard?”
Karol: [...]
After cleaning Caecilia’s nose…
Margaret: “Papa, pull something out of my nose!”