Karol: “I have something to show you. It’s a surprise. It’s a dead animal in the garage. It’s all white and has a white tail.”
Margaret: “Like a monkey. Maybe it’s a monkey.”
Karol: “Or an Ewok.”
Karol: “I have something to show you. It’s a surprise. It’s a dead animal in the garage. It’s all white and has a white tail.”
Margaret: “Like a monkey. Maybe it’s a monkey.”
Karol: “Or an Ewok.”
Caecilia: “Somebody’s house is decoration. They think it’s Christmas, but it’s not Christmas.”
Karol: “We did not get to go get candy for Halloween!”
Margaret: “We would only get rocks because we are bad children.”
Caecilia: “Did our house get broked? Did the tornado stomped on it? Do tornados have foots?”
Karol (on the subject of baby alligator defense): “Their defense is biting. Their defense isn’t force fields, or light armor. Or clothes.”
(That kid has been playing too much Freedroid.)
Karol: “Guess what I wish I were.”
Mama: “A tuna fish?”
Karol: “Close…a super hero.”
Karol (while watching Sen. Rand Paul speaking at the RNC): “They’re holding Romney signs! That’s crazy! If I were there, I would suck my eyes out!”
Karol: “If I were a whale, would I be as big as God?”
Margaret: “God doesn’t have a size.”
Papa: “Thank you, Margaret.”
N.B. This after a thousand questions from K about God’s size…and as many answers attesting to the inapplicability of such an attribute.