Not Little

Butch:  *making noises ... because that's what he does*

Molly:  That was some good beatboxin', Daddy!  *has conversation about beatboxing with me and Butch, in which she demonstrates her own beatbox skills*

Charlotte:  *attempts to copy Molly's beatboxing*

Molly:  Charlotte's too little to beatbox. 

Charlotte:  No!  I small!

Molly:  *ignoring her sister, continuing to us*  She's just too little. 

Charlotte:  *increasingly upset with Molly*  I small!

Molly:  *oblivious to the offense her sister has taken at being called "little" and seeming to think she's yelling at her over the critique of her beatbox skills* Charlotte, you're just too little to beatbox.

Charlotte:  *shouting at Molly with daggers in her eyes*  I SMALL!  I SMAAALLLL!!!

(October 31, 2013)

Queen-O and Compost

Molly:  *watching as Butch scrolls through a thread on a forum he frequents, spots a still from the Bud Light commercial about quinoa.*  Hey!  That's the queen-o commercial!

Butch:  That is indeed the queen-o commercial.  That's pretty awesome that you recognized that from just the guy in the Eagles jersey.

Molly:  *continuing to watch her dad's progress through the thread, spots a photo of some sea scallops*  What's that?

Butch:  Those are scallops.

Molly:  Oh.  You can use those for compost.

(October 28, 2013)

Knock Knock

Molly:  Knock knock. Who's there?  Orange. Orange who? *in the most demonic voice possible* No, banana -- Orange is angry!!

(October 26, 2013)

This Kind

Charlotte:  *ridiculously insane sleep-fighting behavior*

Me:  What kind of crack are you smokin'?

Charlotte:  *holds out her (empty) hand*  Dis kine.

(October 20, 2013)

I Like Ice

Charlotte:  *watching me take a drink from my cup*  What dat, Mommy?

Me:  It's tea.

Charlotte:  Tea?

Me:  Mmm-hmmm.

Charlotte:  I yike ... *pausing in the middle of her usual statement that she "likes" whatever it is I'm eating or drinking, even if she's never had it* ... I yike ice.

(October 14, 2013)

Itchin' Me

Charlotte:  *sitting in my lap, rubbing her hand over my in-need-of-a-shave legs* Youw body itchin' me.

(October 12, 2013)

Where'd the Cookie Go?

Charlotte:  *incomprehensible whining*

Me:  What do you want?  Use your words. 

Charlotte:  Want cookie. 

Me:  You already had a cookie. 

Charlotte:  *looks around* Where cookie go?

Me:  You ate it. 

Charlotte:  *instant tears*

(October 9, 2013)

At the End

Charlotte: What dat?

Me: Soup. 

Charlotte: Syoup?

Me: Mm-hmm. 

Molly: Hey! That starts with "p"!

Me: What does?

Molly: Soup! It starts with a "p" at the end!

(October 6, 2013)