Benedict to Mama: “I wike you…I wike you…say you wike me too!”
“Get her feet out of your mouth.”
Margret, who is working to stop biting her fingernails, pointed to her toenails and said, “I will never bite those.”
Karol: “If you can’t breathe through your nose, is there something stuck in your blow-hole?”
Caecilia: “Saturday…Sunday…Christmas Day…”
