Gretchen, to a woman we've never seen before: When I see people I don't know I am shy at them and I don't know you.
Me: Do you like the Cubs or the Indians?
Girls: The Cubs!
Me: Yeah!
Bryan: I like the Indians.
Gretchen: Mommy, which one do you like?
Me: The Cubs.
Gretchen: Go Indians!
Olivia: Open destiny!
Gretchen: Your days are over, Kaitlyn.
Olivia: We were just discussing that.
Gretchen, pointing to a knife: Daddy, will that part get us, too?
Bryan: Yes.
Gretchen: And it will sting us and get red on us?
Olivia: That was not useful, Kaitlyn.
Me: I love you. Do you know that?
Gretchen: I know everything except how my socks and shoes go.
Gretchen: What should I do with my towel from my popcorn because I'm done with it?
Me: Just hold it on your lap until we get to Grandma and Grandpa's house and then I'll take it from you.
Gretchen: No, we don't take!
Gretchen: I think my kisses are three months old now.
*Gretchen farts.*
Bryan: What do you say?
Gretchen: I was the one who farted.
Kaitlyn: Daddy. Daddy!
Bryan: Kaitlyn!
Kaitlyn: What?
Gretchen calls hummus "thomas."
*in line to kiss the cross after liturgy*
Olivia: No one asked me to marry them. Why doesn't anyone ever ask me to marry them?
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