5-year-old daughter: "I didn't get a crayon."
Her Sunday school teacher: "Oh, I'm sorry."
5-year-old: "That's okay. You can repent."
22-month-old: "I Juan walky," which means, "I want water."
5-year-old: "Nellie just swattered Timo!" (Nellie is our grouchy female cat & Timo is our sweet male kitten.)
22-month old: "D-D-D-D-Doe-wuh!" or "D-D-D-D-Doe-wuh?" (The opening song of Dora the Explorer sings "D-D-D-D-Dora" [like a stutter]. So my daughter says it that way [never just "Dora"] if she sees a picture of Dora in the store, or when she is asking to watch Dora [at least 12 times a day] . Some one gave us a bag of old videos and my girls grabbed those Dora videos before I had a chance to get rid of them.)
One time, I was checking my 5-year-old's pupils after she hit her head. In a nervous voice she asked me, "Are my eyes still brown?"
Oh, and my 4-month-old son now has a happy squeal that sends me to cloud nine every time.
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