Mama: “Caecilia, get your teeth off of the table.”
Karol: “Papa! I’m a hero…..like Batman!”
Karol to Margaret: “When you are five, your teeth will fall out and somebody will give you new ones!”
Karol (after having missed brushing his teeth the previous night): “They are still there! My teeth didn’t fall out!”
Mama: “Margaret, no thumb.” Margaret: “I only suck my thumb if there is dust on it.”
