Kaitlyn: I am very smart and I am a frog.
Olivia: What does a cat say when it is a robot?
Gretchen: Meow robot? I don't know, what?
Olivia: Rokumkokum, rokumkokum.
*gales of laughter*
Kaitlyn: That's interscusting!
Gretchen: I am styling all these Barbies' hair. Then they decide if they like the styling or not. These are the ones that like their styling, and those are the ones that don't.
Olivia: And the ones that don't go over there and have to get a shot!
Gretchen: Easy. Easy peasy wizard squeezy.
Me: Wizard squeezy?
Gretchen: No! Easy peasy LIZARD squeezy.
Kaitlyn: Mommy told me that if I eat two rocks then I will die, so I didn't. I only ate one rock!
Gretchen, upon arriving at Grandma and Grandpa's street after talking the entire way between our house and theirs: Oh, Kaitlyn and Matthias are sleeping. We should all be quiet. I'm going to sleep, too.
Gretchen: 'Scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me.
Me: Are you okay back there?
Gretchen: ...I farted.
Me: Five times?
Gretchen: No, just one time. Why does it still smell stinky?
Me: Saying excuse me doesn't fix the smell.
Gretchen: Well this is not me. It's either Matthias's bum or ...a flat tire.
Me: No, I'm sure it's still you.
Gretchen: Oh. 'Scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me. Now it doesn't smell any more.
Gretchen, singing: So cut through the heart, golden tier, strike for one and strike for shear...
