S: Daddy, will I have hair on my legs someday? Me: Yes. S: But I don't want hair on my legs! Me: Why not? It looks great and keeps you warm and it feels kind of fuzzy. S: Nooooooo! I don't want to be a man! Me: Honey, it's normal for women to have hair on their legs.... S: I still don't want hair on my legs. Me: Did you know that some women don't have hairy legs?... S: They don't? Maybe I won't have hair on my legs. Me: You probably will. S: Noooooo!....
"The food that is left on my plate are the parts I don't like, the parts I don't think anyone likes. It's not a part of my recipe, I mean, my menu...."
S: I didn't spit on Thalia today. Me: Uhh, I hope you didn't spit on anyone today! S: I didn't! I didn't spit on anyone today! Me: Why are we talking about this? Apparently, there was some spitting going on yesterday. Don't ask... : p
Me: Did your teachers read you a story today? S: Yes, lots of stories. But they didn't cry. Me: Because they weren't sad stories? S: No. I mean they didn't cry even though some teachers got to read more stories than others...
Sophia shouts out from the bathroom, "Oh no! Where's the spider! The spider's gone!" I expect her to scream and run out of the bathroom in fear of her life like she usually does, but she doesn't. "I'm so sad! The spider's gone!" "You're sad? I thought you were afraid of spiders." "I am afraid of spiders, but I liked this spider. He was my friend. I named him Blacky. This was his home, and now he's gone." "You named him what?" "I named him Blacky." "Blocky?" "No, Blacky." I bet you the spider left because of the sketchy name...