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.”
Margaret: “Karol, watch me spin my eyeball. Spinning eyeballs, that’s silly.”
Margaret: “Candy is for kids and big humans!”
