Olivia: I don't know who made this big mess, but it wasn't me!
Olivia: I don't know who Kaitlyn's going to marry.
Me: Nobody knows who Kaitlyn is going to marry.
Gretchen: I do!
Olivia: Who is Kaitlyn going to marry?
Gretchen: A prince.
Olivia: What prince?
Gretchen: Um...Santa!
Olivia: But Santa's a girl!
Gretchen: Olivia is my sister and mommy is my mother and daddy is my father and Kaitlyn is my Kaitlyn bug.
(This next conversation is from about two years ago. I was reminded of it when Kaitlyn ate one of Gretchen's art projects.)
Bryan: What happened to our tag word game?
Me: It died. Olivia pulled the score sheet off the fridge and Gretchen ate it.
Gretchen, while reading a book: Lion. Rar. Monkey. Oo ee oo ee. Frog. Ribbit. Giraffe. Shif-shaf.
Olivia, after Grandma successfully navigated the electronics to start a movie: Good job, Grandma! You didn't even need an adult to help you!
Gretchen: Barbies are not arrows, barbies are just barbies.
Gretchen is coloring with a purple marker.
Me: Gretchen, make sure you are only coloring on the paper.
Gretchen: I am.
Me: Okay, I was just reminding you.
Gretchen: And I taked a yucky out of my nose and put it in this purple thing!
William: We are big boys.
Olivia: I am not a boy, I am a big girl.
William: I am a big girl, too.
Justine: You are a boy.
William: Edward is a little boy and Gretchen is a little boy.
Gretchen: I am a middle girl.
William: And Edward is a little girl!
Justine: Edward is a boy.
Olivia: Kaitlyn's head is under the stool so she is crying and I can't see her eyes.
Olivia: You don't have a mommy, you just have a daddy, and that means you're a mermaid.
Olivia: Hey, Kaitlyn, you little bumby baby, why is your mouth on my a-- AAAAAAAAHH!
Olivia, in tears: Mommy, Kaitlyn bited me.
Gretchen: Aunt Jacque, can you do something for me?
Jacque: Sure!
Gretchen: No, you don't say "sure," you say "absolutely!"
Gretchen: I don't like vegils.
Me: Which one is a vegil?
Gretchen: This corn is a vegil!
Olivia: Mommy, is corn a vegetable?
Me: Corn is a starch.
Gretchen: I don't like starches!
Olivia: Where are you going, Daddy?
Bryan: I have to go to the bathroom.
Olivia: Ugh! Why does he have to do that EVERY DAY?
I was rereading these, and the one where Kaitlyn bites Olivia just cracks me up :-)
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