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)

Rock 'n Roll

Me:  *hitting the "next" button after a few notes of "Of All the Gin Joints in all the World" by Fall Out Boy.*

Molly:  *hearing the first few notes of "Love Comes Tumbling Down" by Matt Nathanson.*  No!  Put it back!  I like the rock 'n roll!

(December 3, 2012)

Don't Do That Again

Me:  I'm going to get Charlotte to bed, and then it will be your bedtime.

Molly:  Ok.  And if I still hear her crying, then you need to still be putting her to bed.  Because I heard her last night.  *referring to how her sister refused to go to sleep last night and threw a lot of fits about it after Molly had fallen asleep*

Me:  Yes, I know.

Molly:  Yes.  Don't do that again.

(December 3, 2012)

Not Pickin' at My Boo-Boo

Butch:  *noticing that Molly appears to be picking at the chapped spot on her cheek* Molly, don't pick at your face.

Molly:  I'm not pickin' at my boo-boo.  It's fine.

Butch:  Oh?  Then what are you doing?

Molly:  I'm tryin' to get my booger out.

(November 27, 2012)