Karol: “Well, you can spend all your life coloring and never get to second grade!” Margaret: “Well, I am a good colorer and a good artist.”
Caecilia: “She’s afraid of da woof.” Papa: “Of the what?” Caecilia: “Of da woof!” Margaret: “She can’t say ‘wolth’.”
Caecilia: “I’m hitting the rock with the Christmas Tree.”
Caecilia: “I want to sit on your other lap.”
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.”
