Margaret: “We’re in dark-neeeeeeess!”
Margaret: “Papa, can you talk to my belly button?”
Karol: “Aunt Mary, you can’t walk in this food!”
Karol:”Margaret, stop! Hold still so I can shoot you!”
Margaret: “Let’s go play in that liver.” Mama: “I think you mean river.” Margaret: “I mean beach!” (While looking at a storm drain cover)
