Muscle

Molly: *putting together a puzzle, struggling to push in a piece* Can someone come help me please?! I can't get it. My hands are not muscle yet.

(January 25, 2013)

Scratch

Molly:  *discovering the hole ripped in the seam along the crotch of her sweat pants* Hey!  I can stick my fingers in here to scratch my booty!

(January 19, 2013)

It Doesn't Talk

Grandma B:  What have you been doing at preschool?
Molly:  We been doing our calendar.
Grandma B:  Oh, what does your calendar tell you?
Molly:  It doesn't tell us anything.
Grandma B:  Well, ok, what does it say?
Molly:  It doesn't say anything.  It doesn't talk.

(January 13, 2013)

And Bad

Molly:  *storming into another room* I just do not like you because you are bad and bad and bad and bad and angry.  And I am angry because you are bad.

(January 1, 2013)

Old

Molly:  And then I will have 10,000 birthdays!
Me:  10, 000 birthdays, huh?  You're gonna be OLD.
Molly:  Yeah!  I will be old like my daddy!

(January 5, 2013)

It Will Be Too Dark

Butch: Now just close your eyes, and --

Molly: But I don't want to close my eyes because then it will be too dark in my eyes!

(January 1, 2013)