Darcy (After going on the 1st grade field trip together): “When I grow up, I want to be a chaperone.”
Gracie (age 2): “My nose COMING OUT!!” (Her nose was just running)
Gracie (twirling around with a dress-up dress on).
Me: Gracie, we’re going to have some reading time now.”
Gracie: “Maybe after reading time, I could marry some-fing.”
Gracie (looking alarmed at the end of her birthday party, as we deflated the swimming pool):
“Why did that pool die?”
“Mom, I think I have breast cancer.” -said one of my children who shall remain nameless. 🙂