The other day, I said, "I'm so glad God made you," and my three year old replied, "Yes, he made me out of wood."
A few days ago: I asked what she wanted for breakfast and she said half & half. (Half a bagel...and another half a bagel.)
Today, she was picking at her heel. I told her to stop and she argued, "But I don't want my scab-engers!"
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